She says, "What dost thou want?"
"That thou shalt untie me." She unties him. He says to her: "Keep silent. Do not speak a word." Then he unfastens the shackles that bind his feet, puts on his cloak, takes his gun, draws out the old charge and loads it anew, examines the flint-lock and sees that it works well. Then he says to the woman, "Lift up the Targui." The latter awakes.
"Why," says he, "didst thou not kill me in my sleep?"
"Because thou didst not kill me when I was in the well. Get up. Stand down there, while I stand here."
The Targui obeys, and says to the Soufi: "Fire first."
"No, I'll let thee fire first."
The woman speaks: "Strike, strike, O Targui, thou art not as strong as the Soufi."
The Targui rises, fires, and now the woman gives voice to a long "you--you." It strikes the chechias that fly above his head. At his turn the Soufi prepares himself and says:
"Stand up straight now, as I did for thee." He fires, and hits him on the forehead. His enemy dead, he flies at him and cuts his throat.
He then goes to the camel, cuts some meat, and says to the woman: "Go, find me some wood, I want to cook and eat."