At these unexpected words the Evil One took on a sinister aspect, and with a frightful laugh he began to mock Abdallah. At this exhibition Abdallah exclaimed: "Jump into my sack!" and the Old Boy danced into the bag. "Stick! beat on him!" cried the young man, and the stick began to beat on him in fine style, so much so that the Evil One yelled: "Stop, or I will be dead! Let me out!" "What a delightful misfortune this would be!" exclaimed Abdallah. "Are you not content with matters as they are?" There was great rejoicing among the people who were gathered there. At last, after the stick had been beating the Evil One for two hours, Abdallah said: "Enough! that is sufficient for to-day." "What!" said the Evil One, "is not that enough? Is the trouble not yet finished? Am I to have my bones broken another time?" "Another time and always," said Abdallah. "I want you to perish, so that you will not continue to cut up your capers." There was some further parley between Abdallah and the Evil One, which resulted in returning many unfortunate young people to their homes—young people who had been lost through their passion for gaming. When these unfortunates were restored to their friends, Abdallah permitted the Evil One to leave his sack. After a little, Abdallah, who was always trying to make people happy, had a great desire to return to his own home, so that he could see whether his father was still unfortunate. On his way thither he met a big boy who was crying at the top of his voice and wringing his hands. "Well, young man," said Abdallah, "is your profession that of making faces? If so, what do you ask for them by the dozen?" "I am not in a laughing humor, my good sir," said the other. "What are you doing, then?" exclaimed Abdallah. "My father," said the boy, "has fallen from a horse and broken his arm. I ran to the village for a physician, but, knowing that we were poor no one of them would stir themselves in my father's behalf." "Is that all?" said Abdallah; but the child continued to weep. "Calm yourself," said Abdallah, "your father shall not lack for anything. Tell me the name of the first physician you went after." "His name," said the boy, "is Abdel-Meddin." "Observe well," said Abdallah. "Dr. Abdel-Meddin, jump into my sack!" and immediately a man appeared and fell into the wonderful sack. At the order of its master the stick began to beat him. "Oh," said the boy, "what a beautiful sack you have! Will you give it to me?" "I cannot," said Abdallah, "but take this purse of gold; it will do you more good." All this time the doctor in the sack was yelling at the top of his voice, and writhing and moaning. Abdallah stopped the stick, and then said: "Mr. Physician, take advantage of this opportunity to rub your bruised limbs, for you shall not come out of here until you are mashed into a jelly. "Mercy," cried the doctor, "what have I done to deserve so terrible a chastisement?"