Oh, yes; and bring a wheat sack--a new, strong one.

You may have to wait for several hours.
When you see me, take your cue from me; but whatever happens, no murder! You understand?
Nobody's to be killed." Ben Hamza grinned and nodded.

He seemed to be one of those good- natured rogues who ask nothing better than the sheer sport of lawless hero-worship.

He would have made a perfect chief of staff for any brigand, provided the brigand took lots of chances.
"You'll be killed, if anybody finds you up here after dark! You realize that ?" "Trust me." Grim nodded.

He was good at trusting people, when he had to, and when the selection was his own.
"Affairs seem to be drifting nicely," he said, turning to me.
"It's best not to let Anazeh know who I am just yet, if that can be helped.