“Not dead yet, Preston,” he said smiling. “I say, don’t laugh at me.”
“Laugh at you, my dear sir?”
“For being such an old goose as to come upon such a journey. Oh, my back!”
“Come, come, it was an accident.”
“Accident, eh? I say, we’ll prosecute those murdering thieves of Greeks for this.”
“One of them has met his punishment already,” said the professor, “and Yussuf has severely wounded another.”
“Yes. I was pretty well done then, but I saw him shoot that scoundrel. I believe the heathen dog was going to shove us off.”
“There is no doubt about that,” said the professor.
“But Yussuf? don’t you think he was in league with the murderous rascals?”
“Yussuf? My dear sir!”