sight, and silence reigned on the mountain.
"Where is he?" he whispered. "Where is the master of the cave?"
"Listen!" said the old man; but Antar listened in vain, and then, emboldened, put his hands upon the stone and slowly began to move it from its place. When he had shifted it a little, and seen that it covered a black opening in the rock, he desisted for an instant and listened again; but no sound came from within, and he went on with his work, the beggar meanwhile looking on at him in silence, but with sparkling eyes. In a short time the opening was entirely uncovered, and then the old man made a greedy movement to enter the cavern.
"Wait!" cried Antar, in a hushed voice. "What have you done? Nothing! And yet you want the half. No! It must be all mine, save what I choose to give you."
A flush of anger passed across the beggar's withered face.
I showed you the way," he said; "is
