"Yes; pass the fez," shouted the sailors.
"I'll put in two dollars' worth," announced Dan. "That is, as near as I can figure it. Come, Sam."
"Not for mine!" growled Hickey.
"Put up or get a thrashing," commanded Dan.
Sam reluctantly went down in his pocket and clumped a handful of money into the red fez.
"Backsheesh!" cried the beggars at sight of the money, crowding in closer, their eyes wide and avaricious.
"You'll get 'backsheesh' if you don't clear out of here mighty quick," warned the jackies. "Charge them, fellows!"
With a yell the sailors mounted their donkeys and rode right at the persistent beggars. There followed a great scattering and yelling. The Nubian policemen stood about, solemn-faced, but making no effort to interfere. The sailors returned to the bazaar and dismounted.
Finally, the collection having been taken up, Davis walked into the booth and handed the money to the merchant.
"We are sorry to have damaged your stock, sir, but it was an accident," said Dan.