"What is it I hear?"
"Are you Khanji Abdullah?"
"Ahi!"--a sleepy drawl that meant nothing.
"A curse on the deaf one!"
"Am I deaf, or to be cursed, or do I hear the ugly voice of a camel-driver?" asked the innkeeper artlessly.
"Where is Khanji Abdullah?"
"Who?"
"Khanji Abdullah-ah-ah!" yelled the voice, prolonging the name.
"Why do you wake honest sleepers, you dog of a dogson?"
"I wake folk? I wake folk? Have I the voice of an old dromedary? Have I the voice----"