You did not need to be a camel expert to know those great long-legged Syrian beasts for winners.

They looked like the first pick of a whole country-side, as he maintained they were--twenty-five of them in one string, representing an investment at after-war prices of the equivalent of five or six thousand U.S.

dollars.
"Who has been looted to pay for these ?" asked Grim.
"Allah! You have put an end to our proper business, Jimgrim.

What could we do?
We took our money and bought these camels, thinking to take a hand in the caravan trade." Grim looked into the old rogue's eyes and laughed.
"In the land I come from," he said, "a capitalist with your predatory instincts would pay a lawyer by the year to tell him just how far he could safely go!" "A _wakil ?"_ sneered Ali Baba.

"The _wakils_ are all scoundrels.
May Allah grind their bones! No honest man can have the advantage of such people." Grim looked the loads over, but there was nothing that any one could teach that gang about desert work.