He's almost like a child in some things--like a good woman in others--and a man of iron courage all the time, who can fire Arabs in the same way Saladin did five centuries ago." "He looks like a saint," said Jeremy.

"I've seen him." "But he's no soft liver," continued Grim.

"He was brought up in the desert among Bedouins, and has their stoical endurance with a sort of religious patience added.

Gets that maybe from being a descendant of the Prophet." "Awful sort to have to fight, that kind are," said Jeremy.

"They wear you down!" "So the French decided some time ago to persuade Feisul's intimates to make a bad break which he couldn't repudiate." "Why don't he cut loose with forty or fifty thousand men and boot the French into the sea ?" demanded Jeremy.