31/73 There is enough Arab blood in all of them to make them bold; Bantu enough for syncopated, rag-time music to take them by the toes and stir them. The crowd in the street grew, and gathered until a policeman in red fez and khaki knickerbockers came and started trouble. He had a three-cornered fight on his hands, and no sympathy from any one, within two minutes. Then the man with the stomach and swagger--he whom Fred called Haroun-al-Raschid--took a hand in masterly style. He seized the police-man from behind, flung him out of the crowd, and nobody was troubled any more by that official. |