"I see," he said, "the mountain will never be brought to Mahomet, so all you can do is to aid Mahomet to go to the mountain; I must beg of you to come here."

     I came. "Excuse me," he continued: "necessity compels me to make you useful." He laid a heavy hand on my shoulder, and leaning on me with some stress, limped to his horse. Having once caught the bridle, he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle; grimacing grimly as he made the effort, for it wrenched his sprain.

     "Now," said he, releasing his under lip from a hard bite, "just hand me my whip; it lies there under the hedge."

     I sought it and found it.

     "Thank you; now make haste with the letter to Hay, and return as fast as you can."

     A touch of a spurred heel made his horse first start and rear, and then bound away; the dog rushed in his traces; all three vanished,

      "Like heath that, in the wilderness, The wild wind whirls away."