12/12 I wish you would hang me with your own hands as you hanged the young Christian; my friends would have your life for mine." I wonder now how I dared to speak to him in this manner. Hassan Bey looked at me curiously for a moment--then smiled and offered me a cigarette, assuring me that he believed me a loyal citizen, and declaring he felt deeply hurt that I had not come to him for permission to visit the cruiser. We parted with a profusion of Eastern compliments, and that evening I started back to Zicron-Jacob. |