CHAPTER XIX
ON THE SHIPS OF THE DESERT
Egyptian goods were flying in all directions. A saakka, or water carrier, who had been delivering his wares to the merchant, landed on his back in the middle of the street, followed by a varied assortment of oriental wares.
The Nubian merchant had bolted through a rear opening and made his escape to a back yard, from which he watched the destruction of his stock. The jackies, as soon as they were able to control their merriment, rushed in, pounced upon and captured the mad donkey. From the wreck they hauled out the red-headed boy, much the worse for his experience.
Several Nubian police had hurried to the scene and a great crowd had been attracted by the uproar. The Nubian was wringing his hands and wailing over his loss.
"Sam Hickey, you did that on purpose," said Davis sternly. "You drove that donkey in there to get even with the Nubian."
"I didn't. What are you talking about?"
"You know what I am talking about. You have ruined his stock. What are you going to do about it?"
"Let him buy some new stuff. I don't care what he does."
"Fellows, shall we pass the hat for the bazaar man?"