urban to keep off the sun, or if he would condescend to wear my fez it
is at his service."

"Rubbish! Stuff!" cried Mr Burne, taking off his battered straw hat,
which looked as if he had slept in it on the previous night, if not
before, and then sticking it on again at a fierce angle. "Do I look
like a man, sir, who would wear a fez with a towel round it? Hang it
all, sir, I am an Englishman."

Yussuf bowed.

"Why, he must think me mad, Lawrence."

"My dear Burne," said the professor smiling, "Yussuf is quite right.
Come, you might make that concession."

"Sir, do I look like a man who would wear a fez with a jack-towel
twisted round it?" cried Mr Burne in the most irate manner.

"You certainly do not, my dear Burne," said the professor laughing; "but
you do look like a man who would make any sacrifice for the benefit of
his party."

"Ah! I thought as much," cried the old gentleman. "Now you come round
me with carney. There, Yussuf, take it," he cried, snatching off his
straw hat and sending it skimming through the air. "Now, then, what
next? Do you want my coat and boots to dress up your Guy Fawkes with?
Don't be modest, pray. Have even my shirt too while you are about it."

He took five pinches of snuff in succession so close to Ali Baba that
the horse began to sneeze--or snort would be the better term.

Yussuf smiled, and took off his fez, from which he rapidly untwisted the
muslin folds.

"Your excellency will condescend to wear my fez?" he said.

"No, sir, I will not," cried Mr Burne. "Certainly not."

"But your excellency may suffer from sunstroke," said Yussuf. "I must
insist."

"You must what?" cried Mr Burne angrily.

"Insist, your excellency," replied Yussuf gravely. "I am answerable for
your safety. Your life, while I am in your service, is more than mine."

"And yet, sir, you brought me here, along a break-neck path, to fight
robbers yesterday. Didn't they shoot at me?"

"I could not prevent that, excellency," said Yussuf smiling. "I can
prevent you from being smitten by the sun. Your handkerchief, please."

"Oh, all right!" exclaimed Mr Burne ruefully. "I suppose I am nobody
at all here. Take it. Here are two."

"Hah!" ejaculated Yussuf smiling with satisfaction, and with all the
oriental's love of bright colours, as he took the two yellow silk
handkerchiefs, and rolled them loosely before arranging them in a
picturesque fashion round his bright scarlet fez, and hand