shouldn't I steer for the Great Zahairy, an' live wi' the Bedooin Arabs? I s'pose it's becase they'll always be-doin' somethin' or other that they've got the name."
"'Cause they'd robb an' kill you," replied Rais.
"Umph!" ejaculated Ted, as they descended to the bold rocky coast, where the celebrated pirate of old was wont to mount guard over the Mediterranean.
"Betterer for you trust to de sea," said Rais.
"True for ye, boy—seein' that I'm a say-farin' man," returned Ted.
Proceeding cautiously down a wild and almost invisible pathway among the cliffs, Rais Ali reached the base at a part where the sea ran under the overhanging rocks. Stepping into a pool which looked black and deep, but which was only a few inches at the edge, he waded slowly into the interior of a cavern, the extremity of which was quite dry. It was dark as Erebus, but flint and steel soon produced a light.
"There vas vonce a torch here," said Rais, looking about hastily, while the vault above was lighted for a few seconds by the bunch of dry grass which he had brought with him, "but it long since me be—ah, here it is; dis am de torch."
He lighted it, and showed his friend the form and size of the cave, reiterated that it was known to
