"Observe well," said Abdallah. "Dr. Abdel-Meddin, jump into my sack!" and immediately a man appeared and fell into the wonderful sack. At the order of its master the stick began to beat him.
"Oh," said the boy, "what a beautiful sack you have! Will you give it to me?"
"I cannot," said Abdallah, "but take this purse of gold; it will do you more good."
All this time the doctor in the sack was yelling at the top of his voice, and writhing and moaning. Abdallah stopped the stick, and then said:
"Mr. Physician, take advantage of this opportunity to rub your bruised limbs, for you shall not come out of here until you are mashed into a jelly.
"Mercy," cried the doctor, "what have I done to deserve so terrible a chastisement?"
"Do you dare to ask me?" cried Abdallah. "Do you not recognize this unfortunate child?"
"Have mercy! take pity on me!" cried the physician.
"You did not take pity on others," said Abdallah, "and I shall be inexorable toward you. Beat him, stick!"
The wicked physician howled with pain and fear, until finally Abdallah said: