_Akbar,_ Jimgrim Ali Higg of Petra!" Mahommed the poet was riding two or three behind us in the line, and heard that.

He took the cue and began his song.

In a minute the whole line was roaring the refrain, and it broke like volleys on the night: _"Akbar! Akbar! Jimgrirn Ali Higg!"_ Jael Higg laughed.

"He has a fool's luck and a lusty band of followers," she said.

"It was only because Ayisha called out that he caught me.