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spent my first months among the Malays. It was 

 All's home, and I was in duty bound to take his 

 kris back for him. The old hadji received me af- 

 fectionately and heard the story of his nephew's 

 death. 



"He died bravely, tuan?" he asked. 



"Yes, and in the faith." 



The hadji nodded; that was what he wanted to 

 know whether or not AH died a good Mahom- 

 medan. 



"On what day did he die, tuan?" 



I could not remember what day it was, but I 

 knew what the old man hoped and I answered, 

 "Friday." 



That meant that AH was certain of Paradise. 



I said good-by to the hadji and went back to 

 Singapore to catch my boat. The fever was still 

 racking my body, but, when I saw the Red Sea 

 behind us once more, I knew that luck had been 

 with me. 



