He retorted gloomily: "Anazeh's scoundrels will have raided sheep, and perhaps cattle.
If any one has resisted them, there will be wailing widows crying out for vengeance.

They will put the sheep and cattle in their boats in which they came over the sea this afternoon.

The boats will be found by the Sikhs, hauled up on the sand-pit just below my house, with my motor-boat beside them.

I am ruined!" Well, my own predicament was better than that.

Nobody was likely to accuse me of having stolen sheep.