unnin'. By the luck o' the Lord I 'angs on, an'
scrambles in--back seat. [*Anglice--canteen cigarette.]
"I thought at first I'd reach over an' get a half-nelson on 'im
from behind. But, strike me blind! I didn't dare!
"Look where we are now. Can you see the 'air-pin turn at the
bottom of this 'ill, with a ditch, beyond it? Well, we takes
that turn in pitch-dark shadow with all four wheels in the air,
an' you'd 'a thought we was a blinkin' airplane a doin' stunts.
But 'e's a hexpert, 'e is, an' we 'olds the road. From there on
we goes in one 'oly murderin' streak to a point about 'alf-way up
the 'ill where the Inn of the Good Samaritan stands on top.
There we 'as two blow-outs simultaneous, an' thinks I, now, my
son, I've got you! I gets out.
"'You can drive,' I says, 'like Jehu son o' Nimshi what made
Israel to sin. Let's see you make bricks now without no bleedin'
straw'! I knew there weren't no tools under the seat--there
never are in this 'ere country if you've left your car out o'
your sight for five minutes. 'You take off them two back tires,'
I says, 'while I sit 'ere an meditate on the ways of Harabs!
Maybe you're Moses,' I says, 'an know 'ow to work a miracle.'
"But the only miracle about that bloke's 'is nerve. 'E gets out,
'an begins to walk straight on up'ill without as much as a by-
your-leave. I shouts to 'im to come back. But 'e walks on. So
I picks up a stone off the pile I was sittin' on, an' I plugs 'im
good--'its 'im fair between the shoulder-blades. You'd think, if
'e was a Harab, that'ud bring 'im to 'is senses, wouldn't you?
But what d'you suppose the blighter did?
"Did you notice my left eye when you got in the car? 'E turns
back, an' thinks I, 'e's goin' to knife me. But that sport could
use 'is fists, an' believe me, 'e done it! I can use 'em a bit
myself, an' I starts in to knock 'is block off, but 'e puts it
all over me--weight, reach an' science. Mind you, science!
First Arab ever I see what 'ad science; an' I don't more than
'alf believe it now!
"Got to 'and it to 'im. 'E was merciful. 'E let up on me the
minute 'e see I'd 'ad enough. 'E starts off up'ill again. I
sits where 'e'd knocked me on to a stone pile, wishin' like 'ell
for a drink. It was full moonlight, an' you could see for miles.
After about fifteen minutes, me still meditatin' murder an'
considerin' my thirst I seen 'em fetch a camel out o' the khan at
the Inn o' the Good Samaritan; an' ne
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