But now they are our friends, and make us welcome.' He called out to the Frank, who all this while had sat his horse with an indignant air, more angry, as it seemed, to be forgotten than to be assailed: 'It is all right.

You take the water and you pay them five piastres.' 'It is extortion!' cried the Frank.

'What right have they to charge me money for the water of this natural spring, which is the gift of God?
I will not pay.' 'No matter.

I pay for you,' shrugged Suleyman.
I tried to make the missionary--for such he proved to be upon acquaintance--understand that the conditions in that desert country made the spring a valued property, and gave a price to every pitcherful of water.
'What! Are you English ?' was his only answer, as he scanned my semi-native garb with pity and disgust.

'And who, pray, is that person with you who was rude to me ?' 'His name is Suleyman.