"From Hebron," he added, when I did not seem to see the light.

The wiser one looks, and the less one says, in Arab lands, the
less trouble there's likely to be. I tried to look extremely
wise, and said nothing.

"Where is Jimgrim?" he demanded.

"If you can tell me that I'll give you ten piastres," I answered.

"I will give you fifty if you tell me!"

"Why do you want to know?"

"He is my friend. He said I should see him here. But I have not
seen him. He said also I should see you. You are the Amerikani?
And you don't know where he is? Truly? Then, when you see him,
will you say to him, 'Mahommed ben Hamza is here with nine men at
the house of Abu Shamah?' Jimgrim will understand."

I nodded, and the man from Hebron walked away without another word.

"Did he steal your watch?" asked Ahmed. They are as jealous as
children, those Arabs.

There was a second execution while I walked back through the
city. A wide-eyed, panic-stricken poor devil with slobber on his
jaws came tearing down-street with a mob at his heels. We
stepped into an alley to let the race go by, but he doubled down
the alley opposite. Before he had run twenty yards along it some