. They
say he's mad, but they've got great respect for mad people, for they
think that God has got their souls above with Him, and that what's
left behind on earth is sacred. He talks to'em, too, like a father
in Israel; tells 'em they must stop buying and selling slaves, and
that if they don't he will have to punish them! And I sit holding
my sides, for we're only two white men and forty "friendlies"
altogether, and two revolvers among us; and I've got the two! And
they listen to his blarneying, and say, "Aiwa, Saadat! aiwa,
Saadat!" as if he had an army of fifty thousand behind him.
Sometimes I've sort of hinted that his canoe was carrying a lot of
sail; but my! he believes in it all as if there wasn't a spear or a
battle-axe or a rifle within a hundred miles of him. We've been at
this for two months now, and a lot of ground we covered till we got
here. I've ridden the gentle camel at the rate of sixty and seventy
miles a day--sort of sweeping through the land, making treaties,
giving presents, freeing slaves, appointing governors and sheikhs-
el-beled, doing it as if we owned the continent. He mesmerised 'em,
simply mesmerised 'em-till we got here. I don't know what happened
then. Now we're distinctly rating low, the laugh is on us somehow.
But he--mind it? He goes about talking to the sheikhs as though we
were all eating off the same corn-cob, and it seems to stupefy them;
they don't grasp it. He goes on arranging for a post here and a
station there, and it never occurs to him that it ain't really
actual. He doesn't tell me, and I don't ask him, for I came along
to wipe his stirrups, so to speak. I put my money on him, and I'm
not going to worry him. He's so dead certain in what he does, and
what he is, that I don't lose any sleep guessing about him. It will
be funny if we do win out on this proposition--funnier than
anything.

Now, there's one curious thing about it all which ought to be
whispered, for I'm only guessing, and I'm not a good guesser; I
guessed too much in Mexico about three railways and two silvermines.
The first two days after we came here, everything was all right.
Then there came an Egyptian, Halim Bey, with a handful of niggers
from Cairo, and letters for Claridge Pasha.

From that minute there was trouble. I figure it out this way: Halim
was sent by Nahoum Pasha to bring letters that