Now, no more words; we march as you wish and where you wish.

On your head be it!" The Abati heard and bowed sullenly.

Then, with a look of hate at Higgs, he turned and went about his business.
"Much better to have let me punch his head," soliloquized Quick.

"It would have done him a world of good, and perhaps saved many troubles, for, to tell the truth, I don't trust that quarter-bred Hebrew." Then he departed to see to the camels and the guns while the rest of us went to our tents to get such sleep as the mosquitoes would allow.

In my own case it was not much, since the fear of evil to come weighed upon me.