Because if he did really he should.
The way she bossed him!
Dawn couldn’t begin on the desert without the Sheik Amut being turned out with a slim cup of coffee to break horses. Or direct the currying of camels. And camels require infinite currying. If you want to live around the same oasis with them it has long been decided that this is quite essential.
And in all his former experiences he had never known that a camel could laugh. But now he knew they all did whenever he passed by.
Besides he was losing money, for in breaking horses he’d acquired a habit of killing them while thinking of Verbeena.
And yet!
O, Allah, she had such a fascinating way of displaying romantic womanhood when he most expected the hatpin!
But still he knew his men were beginning to call him “Tame Turban” and “Shakes” instead of Sheik.
The incumbrance of their pitying glances was getting his cosmic lizard.