ANTIOCH TO ALEPPO 



was meant to hurt JNIoore, but hurt me worse. 

 A half-naked filthy servant was trying to make 

 us comfortable, but we had left our interpreter, 

 Ameene Zatoon, with Thompson in Alexan- 

 dretta and we could not understand. Sneddon 

 spoke just enough Turkish to delay things. 

 The servant only grinned when the latter 

 talked and soon shuffled off apparently going 

 nowhere. But there was a table in the centre 

 of the room and also three benches. That was 

 enough. We lay down on them and were 

 soon asleep. 



About an hour after, the ragged servant 

 waked us up and invited us to eat. And we 

 ate. What it was we never knew or really 

 cared — we just ate it. Part of it was a sort of 

 l)read with which we sopped up the rest. All 

 was washed down with boiling hot tea. Then 

 we made down our beds on the benches. Mean- 

 time, I looked around the walls and at some 

 small worn holes in the mud plastering, and 

 roughly guessed the plot. Sure enough when 

 the lamp went out the real hostilities began. I 

 mistook the first two symptoms, but finally 

 there was no mistaking. Moore and Sneddon 

 were asleep, but restlessly so. The former 

 fought as only a giant would, and even in his 



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