"Then get down."
"Get down yourself."
"What for?"
"To leave me the horse."
"To leave you my horse! What mean you by that?"
"I mean that he belongs to me. Know you not that we are now in the town of the just Cadi, and that if we bring the case before him, he will certainly decide in my favor?"
"Why should he do so, when the animal belongs to me?"
"Don't you think that when he sees us two,—you with your strong straight limbs, which Allah has given you for the purpose of walking, and I with my weak legs and distorted feet,—he will decree that the horse shall belong to him who has most need of him?"
"Should, he do so, he would not be the just Cadi," said Bou-Akas.
"Oh! as to that," replied the cripple, laughing, "although he is just, he is not infallible."