close along the path, it vainly strove to regain the
position from which it had so imprudently parted.

At this moment its rider determined to make a desperate exertion for the
saving of his life.

Seizing the animal by the ears, and drawing himself up, he placed one
foot on the brink of the precipice; and then sprang clear over the
horse's head, just as the creature relinquished its hold.

In another instant the unfortunate quadruped was precipitated into the
sea, its body striking the water with a dull plunge, as if the life had
already gone out of it.

The remainder of the ledge was traversed without any difficulty; and
after all had got safely over, Harry's companions were loud in
congratulating him upon his narrow escape.

The youth remained silent.

His soul was too full of gratitude to God to take any heed of the words
of man.

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO.

CONCLUSION.

On the evening of the second day after passing the Jews' Leap, Rais
Mourad, with his followers, reached the city of Mogador, but too late to
enter its gates, which were closed for that day.

For a great part of the night, Harry, Colin, and Sailor Bill were unable
to sleep.

They were kept awake by the memory of the sufferings they had endured in
the desert, but more by the anticipation of liberty, which they believed
to be now near.

They arose with the sun, impatient to enter the city and learn what was
to be their fate; but Rais Mourad, knowing that no business could be
done until three or four hours later, would not permit them to pass
inside the gate.

For three hours they waited with the greatest impatience. So much had
their minds become excited with the prospect of getting free that this
delay began to bring about the opposite extreme of despair, when they
were again elated at the sight of Rais Mourad returning from the town.

Giving the command to his followers, he led the way through the great
city gate.

After passing along several narrow streets, on turning a corner our
adventurers saw, waving over the roof of one of the houses, a flag that
filled their souls with joy inexpressible. It was the flag of Old
England!

It indicated the residence of the English consul. On seeing it, all
three gave forth a loud simultaneous cheer, and hastened forward in the
midst of a crowd of Moorish men, women and children that had collected
around them.

Rais Mourad knocked at the gate of the Consulate, which was instantly
opened,