Lived here for years, and knew the country so well that they felt they had to have him on his own terms." You can believe anything in Jerusalem after you have been in the place a week or two, so, seeing who my informant was, I swallowed the fact.

But it was a marvel.

It seemed even greater when the man strolled out, pausing to salute my host with the solemn politeness that warfare with the desert breeds.

You could not imagine that at Ellis Island, or on Broadway--even on the stage.
It was too untheatrical to be acting; too individual to be imitation; to unself-conscious to have been acquired.

I hazarded a guess.
"A red man, then.