It was bromidian--as old as history.

Narayan Singh came back and told us.
"Lo, sahib; he went through their clothes as an ape for fleas, I watching.

And when he had all their valuables he laid them on the footboard, and then, as we passed some Bedouin tents, he kicked them off.

But he seems an honest fellow, for he gave them back some small change to buy food with, should any be obtainable." After that he stood flashing his white teeth for half an hour watching Mabel bandage Jeremy and me, for it always amuses a Sikh to watch a white man eat punishment.

Sikhs are a fine race--but curious-- distinctly curious and given to unusual amusement.