slaves, and their children, 70 or 80 thaleries. Their
husbands and masters were slain before their eyes . . . . this fighting
and spilling of blood continued till noon, till the sun rode high in the
sky. There was riot, wrangling, hubbub and cursing, till the hour of
evening prayer. But the Muezzin was not called, neither were any prayers
offered up at the Moslem Mosque on that dark day in the annals of
Khartoum. Meanwhile the screeching devils bespattered with gore,
swarming about in droves and bands, found very little plunder, so were
disappointed, and sought out Farig Pasha, and found him with the
Dervishes. 'Where is the hidden treasure?' they at once demanded of him.
'We know that you are acquainted with the hiding place. Where is the
money and riches of the city and its merchants? We know that those who
left Khartoum did not take away their valuables, and you know where it is
hid.' The Dervishes seeing the tumult questioned him sharply, and
addressed him thus: "The long expected one our Lord, desires to know
where the English Pasha hid his wealth. We know he was very rich, and
every day paid large sums of money; that has not been concealed from our
Lord. Now therefore let us know that we may bear him word where all the
money is hidden. Let him be bound in the inner chamber and examined; and
the gates closed against the Arabs." Farig was then questioned, but he
"swore by Allah and by the souls of his fathers back to three
generations, that Gordon had no money, and that he knew of no hidden
treasure." "You lie (cried the Dervishes); you wish after a while to
come and dig it out yourself. Listen to what we are going to say to you.
We are sure you know where the money is hidden. We are not careful of
your life, for you have betrayed the man whose salt you had eaten; you
have been the servant of the infidel, and you have betrayed even him.
Unless you unfold this secret of the buried treasure, you will surely
die." Farig with proud bearing said, "I care not for your threats. I
have told you the truth, Allah knows. There is no money, neither is
there treasure. You are fools to suppose there is. I have done a great
deed, I have delivered to your lord and master (the Madhi), the city
which you never could have taken without my help. I tell you again there
is no treasure, and you will rue the day if you kill me."

One of the Dervishes then stepped forward and struck him, bound as he
was, in the mouth; t