Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . gathered to see the game. The powder-play had not commenced, and to passthe time we entered a cafe, where we drank somecoffee. Returning outside, we found the mob crowd-ing in an unusually uncomfortable manner round thedoor, there being many country-people, who had neverseen a European before. As w^e stood and watchedthe gathering horsemen and the strange scene aroundus, it became very evident that mischief was brewing,and that our presence was obnoxious. We had longbeen accustomed to scowls and revilings, but there wasnow
Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . gathered to see the game. The powder-play had not commenced, and to passthe time we entered a cafe, where we drank somecoffee. Returning outside, we found the mob crowd-ing in an unusually uncomfortable manner round thedoor, there being many country-people, who had neverseen a European before. As w^e stood and watchedthe gathering horsemen and the strange scene aroundus, it became very evident that mischief was brewing,and that our presence was obnoxious. We had longbeen accustomed to scowls and revilings, but there wasnow a tendency to hustle us. We could only forma very hazy idea of the import of the curses, and we THE AID-EL-KEDIR. 403 replied to them by good-humoured smiles and was different, however, with a young man, thenephew of our friend Bonich, who accompanied us asinterpreter, Assor not daring to venture out. Arabiche knew better than his own tongue, and his fierySpanish blood could not brook hearing the reveredbones of his ancestors consigned to the lowest dej)ths. FACES IN THE CROWD. of hell; he chafed accordingly. One great hulkingNegro showed himself specially obnoxious in his lan-guage, and he speedily brought matters to a had turned to watch the arrival of a party of horse-men, when a savage clamour broke out behind round, I discovered to my dismay that the 404 MOROCCO. rash boy, utterly forgetful of his situation, had rushedat his black reviler and struck him in the face. Thenext moment he was stunned by a heavy blow from theNegros club. A howl of execration burst from thosearound, and Bonich was being hustled into their midst,from which he would never have escaped alive. How-ever great might be our own danger, it was impossibleto stand by and see our companion murdered beforeour eyes without doing what we could to save was not a time for thought or calculation, only foraction. Involuntarily I rushed to his rescue. Thosein front of us fell b
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