Yusef had not been long in that tent before he found that he had not
only been guided to a place of safety, but to the very place where his
presence was needed. The sound of low moans made him turn his eyes
toward a dark corner of the tent. There lay the only son of the Sheik,
dangerously ill, and, as the Bedouins believed, dying. Already all
their rough, simple remedies had been tried on the youth, but tried in
vain. With stern grief the Sheik listened to the moans of pain that
burst from the suffering lad and wrung the heart of the father.
The Syrian asked leave to examine the youth, and was soon at his side.
Yusef very soon perceived that the Bedouin's case was not
hopeless,--that God's blessing on the hakeem's skill might in a few
days effect a wonderful change. He offered to try what his art and
medicines could do. The Sheik caught at the last hope held out to him
of preserving the life of his son. The Bedouins gathered round, and
watched with keen interest the measures which were at once taken by the
stranger hakeem to effect the cure of the lad.
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