“Tiens!” he exclaimed. “Here we are!” He looked about at the high clay banks enclosing the tawny basin of the four rivers. In front of him the konar trees of Bund-i-Kir showed their dark green. At the right, on top of the bluff of the eastern shore, a solitary peasant stood white against the sky. Near him a couple of oxen on an inclined plane worked the rude mechanism that drew up water to the fields. The creak of the pulleys and the splash of the dripping goatskins only made more intense the early morning silence. “Do you remember, Gaston?” asked Magin. “It was here we first had the good fortune to meet—not quite three weeks ago.”
“I remember,” answered Gaston, keeping his eye on the mouth of the tank he was filling, “that I was the one who wished you peace, Monsieur. And that no one asked who you were, or where you were going.”
Magin yawned.
“Well, you seem to have satisfied yourself now on those important points. I might add, however, for your further information, that I think I shall not go to Bund-i-Kir, which looks too peaceful to disturb at this matinal hour, but there—to the western shore of the Ab-i-Shuteit. And that reminds me. I still have to pay you the rest of my ticket.”
He reached forward and laid a little pile of gold on Gaston’s seat. Gaston, watching out of the corner of his eye as he poured gasoline, saw that there were more than five napoleons in that pile. There were at least ten.
“What would you say, Monsieur,” he asked slowly, emptying his tin, “if I were to take you instead to Sheleilieh—where there are still a few of the English?”
“I would say, my good Gaston, that you had more courage than I thought. By the way,” he went on casually, “what is this?”
He reached forward again toward Gaston’s seat, where lay the Bakhtiari’s present. Gaston dropped his tin and made a snatch at it. But Magin was too quick for him. He retreated to his place at the stern of the boat, where he drew the knife out of its sheath.
“Sharp, too!” he commented, with a smile at Gaston. “And my revolver is gone!”
Gaston, very pale, stepped to his seat.