The Arabs, of whom I wrote you at the end of my last letter (Innes began), andwhom I thought to be enemies intent only upon murdering me, proved to beexceedingly friendly-they were searching for the very band of marauders that hadthreatened my existence. The huge rhamphorhynchus-like reptile that I hadbrought back with me from the inner world-the ugly Mahar that Hooja the Sly Onehad substituted for my dear Dian at the moment of my departure-filled...