'Could man do more ?' 'What are those other ways?
Instruct us, O beloved!' I put in, to save Rashid from feeling lonely under blame for ignorance.
'No truly great one ever argues with a crowd.

He chooses out one man, and speaks to him, him only,' said Suleyman; and he was going to tell us more, but just then something in the wadi down below the village caught his eye, and he sat up, forgetting our dilemma.
'A marvel!' he exclaimed after a moment spent in gazing.

'Never, I suppose, since first this village was created, have two Franks approached it in a single day before.

Thou art as one of us in outward seeming,' he remarked to me; 'but yonder comes a perfect Frank with two attendants.' We looked in the direction which his finger pointed, and beheld a man on horseback clad in white from head to foot, with a pith helmet and a puggaree, followed by two native servants leading sumpter-mules.
'Our horses are in need of water,' growled Rashid, uninterested in the sight.

'It is a sin for those low people to refuse it to us.' 'Let us first wait and see how this newcomer fares, what method he adopts,' replied Suleyman, reclining once more at his ease.
The Frank and his attendants reached the outskirts of the village, and headed naturally for the spring.