It is that muleteer who, truly speaking, breaks the law by carrying the knife without a permit.

And thou, hast thou a passport for that fine revolver?
At the place where we had luncheon yesterday were other soldiers.

By merely calling on them to support me I could have had his knife and thy revolver with ease and honesty in strict accordance with the law.

Why did I not do so?
Because I love thee! Say thou wilt come to Karameyn and buy me out.' I watched him jogging on his donkey towards a gulley of the hills along which lay the bridle-path to Karameyn.

On all the evidence he was a rogue, and yet my intimate conviction was that he was honest.
All the Europeans in the land would lift up hands of horror and exclaim: 'Beware!' on hearing such a story.