He
shall share my tent and my cup,--he shall be to me as a brother."
"Dost thou know him?" inquired the Sheik.
"Ay, well I know him," the Syrian replied.
Sadi was gently placed on the horse, for it would have been death to
remain long unsheltered on the sand. Yusef walked beside the horse,
with difficulty supporting the drooping form of Sadi, which would
otherwise soon have fallen to the ground. The journey on foot was very
exhausting to Yusef, who could scarcely sustain the weight of the
helpless Sadi. Thankful was the Syrian hakeem when they reached the
Bedouin tents.
Then Sadi was placed on the mat which had served Yusef for a bed.
Yusef himself passed the night without rest, watching at the sufferer's
side. Most carefully did the hakeem nurse his enemy through a raging
fever. Yusef spared no effort of skill, shrank from no painful
exertion, to save the life of the man who had nearly destroyed his own!
On the third day the fever abated; on the evening of that day Sadi
suddenly opened his eyes, and, for the first time since his illness,
recognized Yusef, who had, as he believed, perished months before in
the desert.
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