“Good boy! Have you had any breakfast?”
“No, not yet.”
Archag offered his companion a bit of cheese, setting his pretty teeth in his own portion as he did so.
“These poor sheep!” said he. “They give us their milk and we eat their lambs. Men are really very unkind.”
Jakoub stared at him in astonishment.
“Bless my soul, I never thought of that, nor the sheep, either, you may be sure; they are too stupid.”
“Luckily for them; but they do suffer just the same as we do, and you mustn’t hit them any more.”
“I promise not to, if that can give you any pleasure; but we had better be off, instead of arguing about the sheep.”
“Right you are!”
A few minutes later the two boys were speeding along, rocked by the motion of the galloping horses, which made good headway, undaunted by the rough, stony road.