"The Australian who wandered all over Arabia?
I am probably the only Arab who knew what you really were.

Do you recall that time at Wady Hafiz when a local priest denounced you and a Sheik in a yellow kuffiyi told the crowd that he knew you for a prophet?
I am the same Sheik.

I liked your pluck.

I often wondered what became of you." "Put it here!" said Jeremy, and they shook hands.
For twenty minutes after that Hadad and Jeremy swapped reminiscences in quick staccato time.

It was like two Gatling guns playing a duct, and the score was about equally intelligible to anyone unfamiliar with Arabia's hinterland--which is to say to all except about one person in ten million.