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The leader of the mountaineers raised 

 his hand and, in low but emphatic tones, 

 declared that if no rescue were attempted 

 nor any disturbance made, no harm 

 would befall us and in a few weeks we 

 should be safely back among our people, 

 adding, "I am Raisuli ! the Raisuli !" — 



surrender any money or valuables in the 

 house, and that some political object had 

 probably dictated this attack — one which 

 had been so unexpected and suddenly 

 executed that neither our guards nor our 

 grooms and gardeners, nor the Spanish 

 workmen employed upon the estate, nor 



A Waterwheel Driven by a Donkey on the Road to Tsarradan. Raisuli's Stronghold 

 Notice the earthen jars and the blindfolded animal 



this, as I afterward discovered, being his 

 clan appellation, since this chereef, or 

 native nobleman, is known among his 

 own followers as Mulai Ahmed ben Mo- 

 hammed, the Raisuli. 



On hearing him declare his name I felt 

 at once that the affair was possibly more 

 serious than I had hitherto anticipated, 

 since the presence of this insurgent chief- 

 tain meant more than a mere summons to 



we ourselves had been able to make any 

 defense, all of us having been simultane- 

 ously attacked and overpowered before 

 we were aware of any impending danger. 

 Raisuli had indeed been reported to be 

 on the warpath for some time past, but 

 as his operations had been confined to 

 outlying native villages or to the smaller 

 towns, no one imagined he would attack 

 any one in the immediate neighborhood 



