"Hungry, brother?
No ?" said the youth.

"Cheer up, Sidi! No good letting the donkey ride on your head!" This person was the Irishman of the company--a happy, reckless, facetious dog, who had lost little save his liberty and cared nothing for his life, but laughed and cheated and joked and made doggerel songs on every disaster that befell them.

He made one song on himself-- El Arby was a black man They called him "'Larby Kosk:" He loved the wives of the Kasbah, And stole slippers in the Mosque.
Israel was stunned.

Since his arrest he had scarcely spoken.

"Stay here," he had said to Naomi when the first outburst of her grief was quelled; "never leave this place.