“You shall have all I have got with me.”
“Hand it over.”
Mr. Gordon was about to comply with the demand, but no sooner had he put his hand into his pocket than they suspected danger.
“No, no, by the beard of the prophet put up your hands!”
It would be just as feasible to try and sweep back ocean’s tidal waves with a broom as to oppose the demands of those robbers of the desert.
Mr. Gordon raised his hands.
“Now yours, also,” said the spokesman, whose English was intelligible.
Max raised his hands as he was commanded.
Every article of value was taken from them, and the robbers seemed to be satisfied.
“Sit down!” the chief commanded.