"Oh, Yazouk. He broke a cup and feared I would turn him into a hyena, so he ran away."
"What!" shouted the Captain.
"A superstitious creature," I shrugged.
The Captain shook with laughter. "We wondered how you had tamed him," he chuckled presently—"after the bout. 'Pon honour, you served him very prettily. Straight from the shoulder and savate, too. The dragoman declares you have the evil eye."
"Have you lost your donkey, Dr. Pinsent?" demanded Miss Ottley.
"He expired suddenly last evening."
Captain Weldon frowned and sat up very straight in his saddle.
"Eh?" he said and looked a question.
"I had an Arab visitor. My visitor or another killed my donkey with a knife. I should like to have caught him in the act."
"My dream," said Miss Ottley, and caught her breath.