He did not let ten seconds pass before he had offered Anazeh all the money he had with him to lend him a horse and let him go.

Anazeh waived aside the offer.
"You shall have as much more money as you wish!" the Damascene insisted.

"Let me get to my house, and a messenger shall take the money to you.

Or come and get it." All the answer Anazeh gave him was a curt laugh--one bark like a Fox's.
"Where are all the horses ?" Grim demanded.

I could only see five of six.
"I wait for them." "Man, we can't wait!" "Jimgrim!" said the old sheikh, with a glint of something between malice and amusement in his eyes, "I knew you in the mejlis when you watched me read that letter! One word from me and--" He made a click between his teeth suggestive of swift death.