Presently, as if with an effort, he rose to his feet, took the red fez
from his head, and fanned himself with it for a moment. "Don't you forget
it, pasha; the Saadat will win. He can't be beaten, not in a thousand
years. Here he comes."
Nahoum got to his feet, as David came quickly through the small gateway
of the court-yard, his head erect, his lips smiling, his eyes sweeping
the place. He came forward briskly to them. It was plain he had not heard
the evil news.
"Peace be to thee, Saadat, and may thy life be fenced about with safety!"
said Nahoum.
David laid a hand on Lacey's arm and squeezed it, smiling at him with
such friendship that Lacey's eyes moistened, and he turned his head away.
There was a quiet elation in David's look. "We are ready at last," he
said, looking from one to the other. "Well, well," he added, almost
boyishly, "has thee nothing to say, Nahoum?"
Nahoum turned his head away as though overcome. David's face grew
instantly grave. He turned to Lacey. Never before had he seen Lacey's
face with a look like this.
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