"Name what you wish;" and he passed his hand over the great emeralds and
diamonds sparkling about his throat, breast, and turban.
I involuntarily followed his hand as it played about the gems, conscious
the while that, in spite of his gentle smile, he was watching me very
keenly.
"Is it any or all of these?" he said. "I will give them freely to my
friend."
"No," I cried eagerly; "it is something greater to me than all you have
offered."
"And what is that?" he said, with his eyes half-closed.
"Give me my liberty, and let me go to my friends."