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Updated: June 26, 2025
I was nearest to Peter Measel, so it was I who took him by the neck and thrust him into outer darkness. Kagig kicked the door shut after him; but even so we heard him for several minutes grinding out condemnatory prayers. "Now sleep, sportmen all!" said Kagig, blessing us with both hands. "Sleep against the sport to-morrow!"
"And is it possible you did not see the conflagration? An Armenian insurrection has been nipped in the bud. Several villages are burning. The other inhabitants are very much incensed, and all foreigners are in danger yourselves especially, since you have seen fit to travel in company with such a person as Kagig." "What has Peter Measel got to do with it?" demanded Fred.
"I like the man." "He has my leave to come along to England afterward," said Fred, "if he'll guarantee to address me as the 'gift of God' in public!" I left them talking and returned to see whether the "martyred biped Measel" needed further help. He was asleep, and as I listened to his breathing I heard voices in the next room.
The Zeitoonli were going to tie Peter Measel, but he set up such a howl that Kagig at last took notice of him and ordered him flung, unbound, into the great wooden bin in which the horse-feed was kept for sale to wayfarers. There he lay, and slept and snored for the rest of that session, with his mouth close to a mouse-hole.
"Will you burn that book of yours, Measel, if we protect you from further assault?" The man sobbed that he would do anything, but Monty held him to the point, and at last procured a specific affirmative. Then Rustum Khan came back with the offending tome. It was bulky enough to contain an account of the sins of Asia Minor.
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