assent.

Kagig grinned.

"You shall find her. You shall see a castle. In the castle where
you find her you shall choose again! It is agreed, effendi!"

Then he ordered his prisoners made fast, and the gipsies and our
Zeitoonli servants attended to it, he himself, however, binding the
German's hands and feet. Will went and put bandages on the man's burns,
I standing by, to help. But we got no thanks.

"Ihr seit verruckt!" he sneered. "You take the side of bandits.
Passt mal auf--there will be punishment!"

The Zeitoonli were going to tie Peter Measel, but he set up such
a howl that Kagig at last took notice of him and ordered him flung,
unbound, into the great wooden bin in which the horse-feed was kept
for sale to wayfarers. There he lay, and slept and snored for the
rest of that session, with his mouth close to a mouse-hole.

Then Kagig ordered our Zeitoonli to the roof on guard, and bade us
sleep with a patriarchal air of authority.

"There is no knowing when I shall decide to march," be explained.

Given enough fatigue, and warmth, and quietness, a man will sleep
under almost any set of circumstances. The great fire blazed, and
flickered, and finally died down to a bed of crimson. The prisoners
were most likely all awake, for their bonds were tight, but only