I had made thy name so great that but to look on thee was fee sufficient for a poor, lean dog like him.' He then was silent for so long a while that I imagined he had gone to sleep.

But, suddenly, he whispered once again: 'O my dear lord, forgive me the disturbance, but hast thou our revolver safe ?' 'By Allah, yes! Here, ready to my hand.' 'Good.

But it would be better for the future that I should bear our whip and our revolver.

I have made thy name so great that thou shouldst carry nothing.'.