I'm taking you on with a lot of joy, and some sorrow, too, for we might have pulled off a big thing together, you and Claridge Pasha, with me to hold the stirrups.
Now it's got to be war.

You've made it so.

It's a pity, for when we grip there'll be a heavy fall." "For a poor man thou hast a proud stomach." "Well, I'll admit the stomach, pasha.

It's proud; and it's strong, too; it's stood a lot in Egypt; it's standing a lot to-day." "We'll ease the strain, perhaps," sneered Nahoum.

He made a perfunctory salutation and walked briskly from the room.
Mahommed Hassan crept in, a malicious grin on his face.