Through the broken window of the hall came the clamour of arguing men.
"O, Jimgrim!" grinned Mahommed ben Hamza when we reached the corner.
Grim turned and faced us with folded arms, leaning his back against the parapet.
Ben Hamza continued: "You are a very prince of dare-devils! One word from me--one little word, and they would fling you down into the moat for the vultures to feed on!" "I remember a time," Grim answered, "when a word from me saved you from hanging." "True, father of good fortune! But a man must laugh.

I will hold my tongue in El-Kerak like a tomb that has not been plundered!" "You'd better! You've work to do.

Where are your men ?" "All where I can find them." "Good.

You'll get turned out of the mejlis presently.

Look down into the moat now." We all peered over.