He still gripped the shining weapon and held it up defiantly at his beloved Sahib.
"If you take away my revolver you will shoot Joie. But I will shoot all of you first. Get back, Sahib! Get back, because I love you so."
Tears were streaming down Ali's brovm cheeks, so the Sahib decided to let him have his own way.
"All right, Ali, I will not try to take away your revolver again.
"You may go, men, and I will stay near by to help if Ali wants me."
"Thank you. Sahib. I shall be all right. You will be glad you trusted me. You will see."
Then Ali began a sort of soothing lowtoned talking to Joie. The white man thought he had never heard a human voice
