It was in the same envelop in which the other had gone, unsealed, but with the thumb-mark of Ibrahim ben Ah imprinted on its face.
"To think that I, of all people, should fetch and carry for such dogs!" swore Ali Baba.

"I asked for a good beast in exchange for mine, and they gave me this crow's meat, and laughed! May Allah change their faces! May the water of that oasis turn their bowels into stone! "Aye, Jimgrim, they will stay there! They are glad enough to stay there.

They are dogs that fear their master's whip.

They are so afraid of him that I think if Ali Higg should bid them roast themselves alive the dogs would do it.

May they roast a second time in hell for giving me that camel.
"Bah! What kind of sons have I?
Are these the sons of my loins that let me parch?
Is there no water-bag ?" Grim struck a match in the dark corner where the camels were; but all the envelop contained was a piece of jagged paper torn from the original letter, with Ibrahim ben Ah's thumb-mark done in ink made from gunpowder by way of acknowledgment.