“Alee samee, Sherm did the business, Carol,” retorted Ernest.
A shot followed; neither Alee nor my black horse did I ever see more.
Alee threw himself upon my horse, while I gave Bu Saef the rein.
Alee, the guide, was at my right side settling my lumbering foot in my stirrup.
The men put spurs to their mules, Alee gave the lash to my horse, and we started.
Perhaps Larby ...