“We’ve come here to help them keep their freedom,” Tom said.
Flambo eyed the young inventor keenly, then murmured, “Yes, I think I believe you.”
He turned and spoke to the tribesmen for a few minutes. Their leathery, sunburned faces gradually broke into friendly grins. At a word from their chief, two of them untied Tom and Bud.
“This is Fazir Khan,” Flambo said, introducing their leader.
The Khan laughed, slapped the boys on the back, and pumped their hands in a sinewy grip. As he did so, he poured out a flood of words.
“He is inviting us all to be his guests,” Flambo translated. He added dryly, “I think it would be wise to accept.”
Tom smiled. “We’ll be honored.”
The boys were allowed to go in the atomicar. The tribesmen eyed it suspiciously at first. But seeing that Tom and Bud made no effort to fly off, the men were soon riding alongside, cheering and playfully firing off their rifles into the air.
The triumphal procession proceeded to the Baluchi camp, several miles away. Veiled women and bright-eyed children came from their tents to NIGHT RAID 141
stare at the strangers. Many wore bangles and earrings.
In the gaily carpeted chieftain’s tent, huge silver samovars were brought out and the guests were served tea. Then later came a huge feast. The main course was roasted sheep’s head. The meal ended with melons, figs, and pomegranates for dessert.
Fazir Khan made a long speech of welcome. Tom replied, with Flambo acting as interpreter. Then the Khan presented each boy with a curving, intricately carved sword of Damascus steel. They acknowledged the gifts with gestures and smiles.