But the locust-swarms that devour the land are the money-eaters, the petty despots, the bribe-takers, the men who wring gold out of infamy, who traffic in tyrannies, who plunder under official seals, who curse Algiers with avarice, with fraud, with routine, with the hell-spawn of civilization.

It is the 'Bureaucracy,' as your tongue phrases it, that is the spoiler and the oppressor of the soil.

But--we endure only for a while.

A little, and the shame of the invader's tread will be washed out in blood.

Allah is great; we can wait." And with Moslem patience that the fiery gloom of his burning eyes belied, the Djied stretched himself once more into immovable and silent rest.
The Chasseur answered nothing; his sympathies were heartfelt with the Arabs, his allegiance and his esprit de corps were with the service in which he was enrolled.