"So do mine," Homer Crawford said decisively. "And I have come to arrest you and take you to Columb-Béchar where you will be tried for your participation in recent raids on various development projects."
El Aicha repeated his earlier words. "There shall be no violence at a djemaa el kebar."
The Ouled Touameur chief's eyes had narrowed. "You are not strong enough to take me."
In English, Abe Baker said, "Like maybe these young followers of this cat need an example laid on them, man."
"I'm afraid you're right," Crawford growled disgustedly.
The younger American came to his feet. "I'll take him on," Abe said.
"No, he's nearer to my size," Crawford grunted. He turned to El Aicha, and said in Arabic, "I demand the right of a stranger in your camp to a trial by combat."
"On what grounds?" the old man scowled.
"That my manhood has been spat upon by this warrior who does his fighting with his loud mouth."