"True," said the old man; and, after an interval, he added, "I think I may trust you."
Abdullah shrugged his shoulders and rolled a cigarette.
"Would it please you," said the old man, "to take a passenger for
Biskra?"
"At a price," replied Abdullah, striking a match.
"What is the price?" asked the old man.
"Do you pay in dates, hides, ivory, or gold-dust?"
"In dust," replied the old man.
Abdullah threw away his cigarette. "I will carry you to Biskra," said he, "for eight ounces, and will furnish you with dates. If you desire other food, you must provide it. You shall have water, if I do."
"It is not for myself that I seek passage," said the old man, "but for my daughter."
"In that event," said Abdullah, "the price will be nine ounces. Women cast responsibility upon me."