"How large is Ghat? as large as Ghadames?"
"Bigger than Tripoli."
"Have you plenty of meat in Ghat?"
"Plenty of everything."
"I am afraid of you—you killed one of my countrymen near Timbuctoo?"
"No, no, (crying out lustily,) not the Touaricks of our country."
"Will you take me safe to Ghat?"
"Upon our lives!" (Drawing their swords across their foreheads.)
"Have you a written language?"
"Yes."