Chapter 18 THE LIGHT-BORN MESSENGER

"Basha," said Israel-he spoke slowly and quietly; but with forced calmness-"Basha, you must seek another hand for work like that-this hand of mine shall never seal that warrant."

"Tut, man!" whispered Ben Aboo. "Do your new measles break out everywhere? Am I not Kaid? Can I not make you my Khaleefa?"

Israel's face was worn and pale, but his e