Then we can talk.' 'With pleasure,' I made answer, taken by surprise.
'Where is your camp ?' he asked.
'We haven't got one.

We put up in the guest-room if there is one, or under the stars.' 'Well, there's no accounting for tastes,' he murmured, with a sneer.
Rashid, through all this conversation, had been standing by, waiting to tell me that Suleyman had gone before into the village to the headman's house, where it had been arranged that we should pass the night.

Thither we went, when I had finished speaking to the missionary; and there we found Suleyman enthroned among the village elders in a long, low room.

He stood up on my entrance, as did all the others, and explained: 'We have a room near by where we can throw our saddle-bags, but it is verminous, and so we will not sleep inside it, but outside--on the roof.

For supper we are the invited guests of the good sheykh, and I can tell you he is getting ready a fine feast.' With deep regret and some degree of shame I told him of my promise to take supper with the missionary.