True to his word the driver came to a standstill, and Grim came up to speak with him just as I jumped off.

I waited, expecting to see a contretemps.
"Ya Ali Higg! You fool!" said the driver.

"You would kill your own brother?
You let me go!" "Hah! You recognize me, then ?" said Grim, coolly enough on the surface.
But his poker mask was off.

In that land of polygamy and deportations it is frequent enough that one brother does not know the other by sight; but it must be disconcerting, all the same, to have a supposititious brother sprung on you.

He gave a perceptible start, as he had not done when first addressed as Ali Higg that day.
_"Mashallah!"_ swore the driver.