Dry on the beach or into the boat they will dump him.

And whatever he shall pay them will surely be insufficient.
But we had a privy councilor of England of our party, and favors were shown us that never fall to the lot of ordinary travelers.

Opposite the Sultan's palace is the Sultan's private wharf, so royal and private that it is a prison offense to trespass on it without written permission.

Because of his official call at the Residency, and of his card left on the Sultan, wires had been pulled, and a pompous individual whose black face sweated greasily, and whose palm itched for unearned increment, called on Monty very shortly after breakfast with intimation that the wharf had been placed at our disposal, since His Highness the Sultan desired to do us honor.
So when the B.I.steamer dropped anchor in the great roadstead shortly after noon we were taken to the wharf by one of the Sultan's household--a very civil-spoken Arab gentleman--and three English officers met us there who made a fuss over Monty and were at pains to be agreeable to the rest of us.

While we stood chatting and waiting for the boat that should row us and belongings the mile-and-a-half or so to the steamer, I saw something that made me start.