Grim pulled off the sack at last, untied his arms and legs, and let him walk; but whenever he lagged they frog-marched him again.
At last we reached a brook where we all waded to get rid of the filth and smell from that infernal moat, and Abdul Ali seized that opportunity to play his last cards.

Considering Ben Hamza's reputation, the obvious type of his nine ruffians, the darkness and rough handling, it said a lot for Grim's authority that Abdul Ali still had that wallet-full of money in his possession.
Sitting on a stone in the moonlight, he pulled it out.

His nerve was a politician's, cynical, simple.

Its simplicity almost took your breath away.
"How many men from Hebron ?" he demanded.
"Ten.

Well and good.