I have here ten thousand piastres--one thousand for each of you, or divide it how you like.

That is the price I will pay you to let me go.

What can these other two do to you?
Take the money and run.

Leave me to settle with these others." Ben Hamza, knee-deep in the brook, laughed aloud as he eyed the money.

He made a gesture so good-humoured, so full of resignation and regret and broad philosophy that you would have liked the fellow even if he hadn't saved your life.
"Deal with those two first!" he grinned.