I was the goods, and the game old sportsman intended to deliver me, right side up, perhaps, but all in one piece and to the proper consignee.
"I don't see anything to worry about," said I.
"Wait till you hear the bullets!" Ahmed answered.

Nevertheless, bullets or no bullets, I did not see what I could do about it.
Again I remembered Grim's advice: "Do what the leader of the escort tells you." I had begun to feel sorry for Ahmed in spite of his self-pity, but his fear wasn't contagious and his advice wasn't worth listening to.
"Effendi, you are Anazeh's guest.

He must do as you demand, if you ask in the Name of the Most High.

Tell him, therefore, that you have an urgent business in El-Kudz.

Demand that he send you back, with me, in my boat!" "You are not his guest.