"Not altogether! For when Thou takest, worthiness, about three thousand which are mortgaged to the priests, and two thousand which are rented to our Phoenicians."
"Thou speakest the truth, grace," said Dagon. "But there remain always to his holiness about two thousand very rich cities."
"Has Typhon possessed thee?" roared Rabsun, in his turn. "Wilt Thou go now to counting the cities of the pharaoh, may he."
"Pst!" whispered Dagon, springing up.
"When misfortune is hanging over Phoenicia" finished Rabsun.
"Let me but know what the misfortune is," interrupted Dagon.
"Then let Hiram speak and Thou wilt know."
"Let him speak."
"Dost Thou know, worthiness, what happened in the inn 'Under the Ship' to our brother Asarhadon?" began Hiram.
"I have no brothers among innkeepers," interrupted Dagon, sneeringly.