"Broken knees, sore ribs, aching bones, long marches, and short meals," said the Khoja.
Then the man looked foolish, and sneaked away without reply.
But the Khoja went back to his pipe.
Tale 41.—The Khoja's Horse.
Once upon a time the Khoja was travelling in company with a caravan, when they halted for the night at a certain place, and all the horses were tied up together.
Next morning the Khoja could not for the life of him remember which was his own horse, and he was much afraid of being cheated if he confessed this to the rest.
So, as they were all coming out, he seized his bow and arrow, and aimed among the horses at random.
"Don't shoot!" cried the men; "what is the matter?"
"I am desperate," replied the Khoja; "I am determined to kill somebody's horse, so let every one look to his own."