They'd have been arguing yet, and he dead and buried, if I hadn't gone shopping with Mabel.

She saw the crowd first (I was in Noureddin's store) and jabbed her way in with her umbrella--she yelled to me and I bucked the line.
"The Jews wanted to tell me I had no right to take that chap to the Sikh hospital, and no more had I; so I plugged him up a bit, and put him in a cab, and let him take himself there, Mabel and me beside him.

Seeing I was paying for the cab, I didn't see why Mabel should walk.

Of course, once we had him in there he was too sick to be moved; but the Army won't pay for him, so I sent a bill to the Zionists, and they returned it with a rude remark on the margin.

Maybe I can get the money out of Feisul some day; otherwise I'm stuck." "I'll settle that," said Grim.