the tent, after our eyes had adjusted to the dimness of it, Ali cut
the rope from her wrist and stepped behind the quavering figure.
With proud determination, he lifted and snatched the concealing cloth from her
grip, and dashed it to the floor.
She folded and collapsed into a curled heap, her delicate arms and legs
flaying the air as she tried to shield her naked body from imaginary
This pretty slave girl, won as part of a wager on a camel race, will after suitable preparation and instruction, become one of Sheik Ali's harem girls.