"What!" said the Evil One, "is not that enough? Is the trouble not yet finished? Am I to have my bones broken another time?"
"Another time and always," said Abdallah. "I want you to perish, so that you will not continue to cut up your capers."
There was some further parley between Abdallah and the Evil One, which resulted in returning many unfortunate young people to their homes—young people who had been lost through their passion for gaming. When these unfortunates were restored to their friends, Abdallah permitted the Evil One to leave his sack.
After a little, Abdallah, who was always trying to make people happy, had a great desire to return to his own home, so that he could see whether his father was still unfortunate. On his way thither he met a big boy who was crying at the top of his voice and wringing his hands.
"Well, young man," said Abdallah, "is your profession that of making faces? If so, what do you ask for them by the dozen?"
"I am not in a laughing humor, my good sir," said the other.
"What are you doing, then?" exclaimed Abdallah.
"My father," said the boy, "has fallen from a horse and broken his arm. I ran to the village for a physician, but, knowing that we were poor no one of them would stir themselves in my father's behalf."
"Is that all?" said Abdallah; but the child continued to weep. "Calm yourself," said Abdallah, "your father shall not lack for anything. Tell me the name of the first physician you went after."
"His name," said the boy, "is Abdel-Meddin."