Nations; Unbosom! I am like a well, into which men drop things and
never see them any more."

"You are a fine rascal, I can see that clearly! So you think that Allah
is cooking up evil, do you? Tee-hee! That is an original idea, and
there may be something in it. Let us hope there is something in it for
us two, at all events. Now, as to that fellow Ramsden--"

"Avoid him unless he is drunk," advised Jeremy. "The weight of his fist
would drive a man like you like a nail into a tree."

"Who fears such an ox?" the Syrian retorted. "A fly can sting him; a
little knife can bleed him; a red rag can enrage him; and the crows who
devour that sort of meat won't worry as to whether he was killed
according to ritual! He has money for Feisul, has he? Well, never
mind. He has a letter as well, and that is what I want. Will you get
it for me?"

"Do you need it badly?"

"By Allah, I must have it!"

"By Allah, then I am in good luck, for that makes me indispensable,
doesn't it? And an indispensable man can demand what he pleases!"

"Not at all," Yussuf Dakmar answered, frowning. "I have taken a fancy
to you, or I would see you to the devil. When we reach Haifa, ten or
even twenty men will present themselves to do this business for me. Or,
if I choose, I can use that fellow Omar who is travelling with Ramsden;
he would like to be my accomplice, but I don't trust him very much."