ing a vital
place.

"It is great," said the Emir simply, as he took up the globe of lead,
and then turned to the Sheikh.

"Ask the great Hakim if now my friend will live. No, ask not," he said.
"I know."

Then a peculiar smile of contempt played about his stern face as he
stood watching the three Mullahs, who, with bended heads, were slowly
passing to the door and leaving the room without a word.

The Hakim did not even turn his head to look after them, but glanced at
Frank and the professor, who were rapidly disconnecting wires and
placing the apparatus ready for sending back to their quarters. Then
feeling what the Emir must have said, he looked him full in the eyes and
said in plain English--

"I think your friend will recover now, Emir. Go and tell those who love
him what I say."

Then turning to the Sheikh the old man gravely interpreted the words,
and the Emir caught at and kissed the Hakim's hand, before hurrying out,
followed by his son.

"Bravo, Ben Eddin!" said the professor excitedly. "Here, Ibrahim, fetch
in your men to carry these things back to our rooms."

"Yes, Excellency," said the old man quietly; "but truly the Hakim is
great. Tell me, is this magic--I have long thought all that we have
been taught was childish tales, but after what I have seen--"

"Believe as you did before, Ibrahim," said the doctor gravely, as he
laid his hand upon the old man's shoulder; "there is no magic, but the
wonders of Nature are greater far. This is only another of the
discoveries of science. You have heard at Cairo the voices come along
the wire?"

"Yes, Excellency, and the machine that speaks."

"Yes, and this is another of the marvels we have learned."

"But they will believe it is magic," said the old man.

"Well, let them," said the Hakim calmly. "Now, quick, and get all this
away. My patient must have perfect quiet if he is to live."

"Thank you, Frank, boy," said the doctor, as soon as the Sheikh had left
the room. "You managed everything to perfection. I little thought I
should have to operate out here with the Rontgen rays."

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.

FRANK'S FRIEND.

"The young Emir wants you to go out with him, Excellency," said Ibrahim
the same day, towards evening.

Frank stared, and not feeling safe, remained silent, but the professor
spoke for him.

"Wants him to go out? What for?"

"It is out of friendly feeling, Excellency," replied the Sheikh. "They
are much of an