“I hope not; but suppose he did?”
“Well?”
“We should lose our property, and perhaps——”
“Our lives. Just so. I am ready to risk that.”
“I am not; I have a great horror of death.”
“Yourself, perhaps, my worthy Barbasson; but you don’t mind killing others,” Shula retorted, sharply.
“What mean you?”
“Why, Barbasson, don’t you know?”
“By the beard of the prophet, no!”
“Then let me remind you. Four moons ago I was watching a dahabeah on the Nile; I saw something bulky thrown overboard——”