With one--referred to often in these tales--I was in full agreement.

We lived together for some months in a small mountain village, and our friendship then established has remained unbroken.

But he, though not alone, was an exception.
Owing to the general verdict on my Arab friends, I led what might be called a double life during the months of my first sojourn in Jerusalem; until Suleyman, the tourist season being ended, came with promise of adventure, when I flung discretion to the winds.

We hired two horses and a muleteer, and rode away into the north together.

A fortnight later, at the foot of the Ladder of Tyre, Suleyman was forced to leave me, being summoned to his village.