Afar in the Forest | Page 7

guard outside the screens, but didn't miss much of the
conversation, I believe.
The man in bed was wounded badly, but not fatally, and though his
eyes blazed with fever he seemed to have some of his wits about him.
He recognized Grim after staring hard at him for about a minute.
"Jimgrim!"
"Sidi bin Tagim, isn't it? Well, well I thought it might be you," said
Grim, speaking the northern dialect of Arabic, which differs quite a bit
from that spoken around Jerusalem.
"Who are these?" asked the man in bed, speaking hoarsely as he stared
first at Jeremy and then at me.
"Jmil Ras, a friend of mine," Grim answered.
"And that one?"
He didn't like the look of me at all. Western clothes and a shaven face

spell nothing reassuring to the Arab when in trouble; he has been
"helped" by the foreigner a time or two too often.
"An American named Ramsden. Also a friend of mine."
"Oh! An Amirikani? A hakim?"
"No. Not a doctor. Not a man to fear. He is a friend of Feisul."
"On whose word?"
"Mine," Grim answered.
Sidi bin Tagim nodded. He seemed willing to take Grim's word for
anything.
"Why did you say a Jew stabbed you?" Grim asked suddenly.
"So that they might hang a Jew or two. Wallah! Are the Jews not at the
bottom of all trouble? If a Greek should kill a Maltese it would be a
Jew who planned it! May the curse of Allah change their faces and the
fire of Eblis consume them!"
"Did you see the man who stabbed you?"
"Yes."
And was he a Jew?"
"Jimgrim, you know better than to ask that! A Jew always hires another
to do the killing. He who struck me was a hireling, who shall die by my
hand, as Allah is my witness. But may Allah do more to me and bring
me down into the dust unburied unless I make ten Jews pay for this!"
"Any one Jew in particular?" Grim asked, and the man in bed closed up
like a clam that has been touched.
He was a strange-looking fellow--rather like one of those lean
Spaniards whom Goya used to paint, with a scant beard turning grey,

and hollow cheeks. He had thrown off the grey army blanket because
fever burned him, and his lean, hard muscles stood out as if cast in
bronze.
"But for the Jews, Feisul would be king of all this land this minute!" he
said suddenly, and closed up tight again.
Grim smiled. He nearly always does smile when apparently at a loose
end. At moments when most cross-examiners would browbeat he
grows sympathetic--humours his man, and, by following whatever
detour offers, gets back on the trail again.
"How about the French?" he asked.
"May Allah smite them! They are all in the pay of Jews!"
"Can you prove it?"
"Wallah! That I can!"
Grim looked incredulous. Those baffling eyes of his twinkled with
quiet amusement, and the man in bed resented it.
"You laugh, Jimgrim, but if you would listen I might tell you
something."
But Grim only smiled more broadly than ever.
"Sidi bin Tagim, you're one of those fanatics who think the world is all
leagued against you. Why should the Jews think you sufficiently
important to be murdered?"
"Wallah! There are few who hold the reins of happenings as I do."
"If they'd killed you they'd have stopped the clock, eh?"
"That is as Allah may determine. I am not dead."
"Have you friends in Jerusalem?"

"Surely."
"Strange that they haven't been to see you."
"Wallah! Not strange at all."
"I see. They regard you as a man without authority, who might make
trouble and leave other men to face it, eh?"
"Who says I have no authority?"
"Well, if you could prove you have--"
"What then?" the man in bed demanded, trying to sit up. "Feisul, for
instance, is a friend of mine, and these men with me are his friends too.
You have no letter, of course, for that would be dangerous..."
"Jimgrim, in the name of the Most High, I swear I had a letter! He who
stabbed me took it. I--"
"Was the letter from Feisul?"
"Malaish--no matter. It was sealed, and bore a number for the signature.
If you can get that letter for me, Jimgrim--but what is the use! You are
a servant of the British."
"Tell me who stabbed you and I'll get you the letter."
"No, for you are clever. You would learn too much. Better tell the
doctor of this place to hurry up and heal me; then I will attend to my
own affairs."
"I'd like to keep you out of jail, if that's possible," Grim answered.
"You and I are old acquaintances, Sidi bin