| ON A SHELVING BANK OF DRY SAND BABY AKBAR SITTING UP AND RUBBING HIS EYES | Frontispiece |
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| PRINCE ASKURRY ... STRODE ... INTO THE TENT | 16 |
| THE CHILD HAD SLIPPED IT ONTO HIS LITTLE FOREFINGER | 62 |
| SO THEY BOTH TOUCHED THE COLD MARBLE FLOOR WITH THEIR WARM LITTLE FOREHEADS | 98 |
| AHEAD OF THEM, A SHADOW SHOWED, A SHAMBLING SHADOW! TUMBU ... WITH A BOUND WAS OFF FULL TILT AFTER IT | 126 |
| AND ONE DAY THE DOOR DID OPEN.... "MY SON—MY LITTLE SON!" | 166 |
| "LADIES! UNVEIL!" | 176 |
| "I STAY MY HAND WHILE I COUNT TEN—NO MORE" | 198 |
