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back in the Bronx could see it.тАЭ

тАЬBronx? What is Bronx?тАЭ asked Hamamah.

тАЬShucks, that's the biggest state on the Pacific Ocean,тАЭ said the sucker, and he laughed uproariously.
тАЬAh,тАЭ said Hamamah. тАЬYou sightsee, eh? Have you seen the camel-singing school.тАЭ

тАЬThe which?тАЭ

тАЬThe camel-singing school. They teach the camels to music.тАЭ

тАЬSay, I'd like to see that.тАЭ

тАЬI show you,тАЭ said Hamamah. тАЬI am head teacher man in school.тАЭ

Hamamah knew darned well the Bronx was a part of New York City, not a state on the Pacific Ocean.
But there was no such thing as a camel-singing school, either, so they were even.

тАЬThis way,тАЭ added Hamamah.



THE sucker took Hamamah by the throat when they were passing an alley. It was quite a surprise to
Hamamah. The American jerked Hamamah into the alley.

The alley was a stinking deserted gloomy oneтАФgloomy even at ten o'clock in the morningтАФand it was
the kind of an alley Hamamah should have been at home in. He'd cut more than one throat in such an
alley; alleys were practically his place of business.

Hamamah tried to stick two fingers in the sucker's eyes. Hamamah wore the nails long on the two fingers,
and under the fingernails he kept a concoctionтАФa particularly stinging pepper and some other worse
stuffтАФwhich would blind an opponent in a jiffy.

It didn't work. The American sap got the two long-nailed fingers, and quickly and efficiently broke one of
them and disjointed the other.

Hamamah was hurt. He screamed a scream that would have reached the topmost spire of the Rahib
mosque, had the shriek been a success. It wasn't The American sap knocked the screech and one of
Hamamah's teeth back down his throat. Hamamah gagged, and they fought.

They actually went end over end in the alley. Hamamah knew some of the Cairo alley brand of judo,
which was pretty nasty stuff.

The American sucker knew more and better of the same stuff. Hamamah began to squawk and pant and
gasp. He lost hide, another tooth, some hair, his courage.

Now another American appeared. This one came trotting down the alleyтАФhe had been concealed
behind a rubble pile a short distance awayтАФto join the scrap.

The newcomer was a wide, short, apish fellow with a remarkably homely face, a big mouth, and an