"I would have taken your money long ago, but that I know Jimgrim! He would have made me give it up again." "Jimgrim!" said Abdul Ali.

"Jimgrim?
Are you Major James Grim?
A good thing for you I did not know that, when I had you in my power in the castle!" Grim laughed.

"Are we all set?
Let's go." We hurried all the faster now because our legs were wet.

The night air on those Moab heights is chilly at any season.
Perhaps, too, we were trying to leave behind us the moat-stench that the water had merely reduced, not washed away.

A quarter of a mile before we reached the place appointed we knew that Anazeh had not failed to keep his tryst.