Both were out of breath, but I held him there, pinned to the earth.

Great is Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet." "Did you make him confess ?" "I tried to persuade by silvery speech, but it did not meet with success.

Then I turned to muscular force.

Monsieur, when Abdul el Jabel saw I was in earnest, he cried out for fear, and swore by all the prophets that if I would let him live he would confess the truth." "Good, good!" says John, pleased with the business qualities of his guide.
"_Begar!_ it ees better zan one play," mutters the French agent.
"So I made the miserable driver confess that he had entered into an arrangement with one of the robbers to upset us between Birkadeen and Al Jezira, so that they could make the capture." "The villain! he deserved hanging.

I hope you executed Arab justice on him then and there." Mustapha shakes his head.
"Monsieur forgets.