On this occasion, for a finish, Rashid let go his hold upon the head-rope, the people fled in all directions, and off went our Sheytan with tail erect, scrambling and careering up the terraces, as nimble as a goat, to take the air before returning to his stable.
Our reverend guest had watched the whole performance from our balcony, which, from a height of some three hundred feet, looked down upon the spring.

I was up there behind him, but I said no word till he exclaimed in pious horror: 'What a vicious brute! Dangerous--ought to be shot!' when I inquired to what he was alluding.
'Whose is that savage beast ?' he asked, with quite vindictive ire, pointing to Sheytan, who was disporting on the terrace just below.
'Oh, that's my horse,' I answered, interested.

'He's really quite a lamb.' 'Your horse! You don't mean that ?' He said no more just then, but went indoors, and then out to the mission school to see the ladies.
That evening he informed me: 'I shall not require your horse.

I had no notion that it was so strong an animal when I suggested borrowing it.
Old Casim at the school will hire one for me.

I should be afraid lest such a valuable horse as yours might come to grief while in my charge.' That was his way of putting it.
We watched the party start one early morning, the clergyman all smiles, the ladies in a flutter, all three mounted on hired chargers of the most dejected type, old Casim from the school attending them upon a jackass.