An explanation of Yusuf’s sorrowful plight was given, and he was conducted to the tent of the Sheikh, which was marked by being larger than the rest, and situated in the center of the circle, with a spear placed upright in the ground before the door.

The Sheikh himself received the stranger at the door of his tent.  He was a middle-aged man, of tall and commanding appearance, though the scowl habitual to the Bedouins by reason of their constant exposure to the sun, rested upon his face.  He wore a kufiyah, or kerchief, of red and yellow on his head, the ends falling on his shoulders behind in a crimson fringe.  His hair was black and greased, and his eyes, though piercing, were not unkindly.  His person was thin and muscular, but he wore gracefully the long abba or outer cloak, white and embroidered, which opened in front, disclosing an undergarment of figured muslin, bound by a crimson sash.  And there was native grace in every movement when he came courteously forward and saluted Yusuf with the “Peace be with you” of the Arabs.  He then extended his hand to help the traveler to dismount, and led him into the tent.

“Friend,” he said, “a long journey and a close acquaintance with death are, methinks, a good preparation for the enjoyment of Bedouin hospitality, which, we sincerely hope, shall not be lacking in the tents of Musa.  Yet, in truth, it seems to us that thou art a fool-hardy man to tempt the dangers of El Hejaz single-handed.”

“So it has proved,” returned the priest; “but a Persian, no more than an Arab, will draw back at the first scent of danger.  Yet I deplore these delays, which but hinder me on my way.  I had hoped long ere this to be at the end of my journey.”

“We will hear all this later,” returned the Bedouin with quiet dignity; “for the present, suffice it to keep quiet and let us wash this blood from your hair.  Hither, Aswan!  Bring warm water, knave, and let the traveler know that the Arab’s heart is warm too.  Now, friend-stranger, rest upon these cushions, and talk later, if it please you.”

With little enough reluctance, Yusuf lay down upon the pile of rugs and cushions, and, while the attendants bathed his brow, looked somewhat curiously about him.

[Illustration:  He stood with upraised arms, gazing into the depths of the sky.—­See page 2.]

By the light of a dim lamp and a torch or two, he could see that the tent was divided into two parts, as are all Bedouin tents, by a central curtain.  This curtain was occasionally twitched aside far enough to reveal a pair of black eyes, and, from the softness of the voices which sounded from time to time behind the folds, he surmised correctly that this apartment belonged to the chief’s women.

Several men entered the tent, all swarthy, lithe and sinewy, with the scowling faces and even, white teeth characteristic of the typical Arab.  They gesticulated constantly as they talked; but Yusuf, though thoroughly familiar with the Arabic language, paid little attention to the conversation, giving himself up to what seemed to him, after his adventures, perfect rest.