Identification was unnecessary.
He had made these arrangements because he fancied that he might want money when many miles away.
“I will give you half,” he said.
“No,” replied Koosh, firmly; “I cannot take less.”
“That or nothing!”
“By the beard of the prophet, that is my ultimatum!”
“All right; it is a deal.”
Koosh and Kassala smiled.
They had triumphed.
Providing him with pen and ink, he was compelled to sign a draft for the sum mentioned.