"Brava!" he cries, and addressing the Soufi: "Draw me some water that I may drink." He draws the water, and the Targui drinks. The woman says to him: "Kill him in the well. He is a good shot. Thou art not stronger than he is." "No," he answered, "I do not want to soil a well of the tribes. I'll make him come up." The Soufi comes up till his shoulders appear. They seize him, hoist and bind him, and tie his feet together. Then they seize and kill his camel. "Bring wood," says the Targui to the woman; "we'll roast some meat." She brings him some wood. He cooked the meat and ate it, while she roasted pieces of fat till they dripped upon her cousin. "Don't do that," says the Targui. She says, "He drew his sword on me, crying, 'Come with me or I will kill thee.'" "In that case do as you like." She dropped the grease upon his breast, face, and neck until his skin was burnt. While she was doing this, the Targui felt sleep coming upon him, and said to the woman, "Watch over him, lest he should slip out of our hands." While he slept the Soufi speaks: "Word of goodness, O excellent woman, bend over me that I may kiss thy mouth or else thy cheek." She says: "God make thy tent empty. Thou'lt die soon, and thou thinkest of kisses?" "Truly I am going to die, and I die for thee. I love thee more than the whole world. Let me kiss thee once. I'll have a moment of joy, and then I'll die." She bends over him, and he kisses her. She says, "What dost thou want?" "That thou shalt untie me." She unties him. He says to her: "Keep silent. Do not speak a word." Then he unfastens the shackles that bind his feet, puts on his cloak, takes his gun, draws out the old charge and loads it anew, examines the flint-lock and sees that it works well. Then he says to the woman, "Lift up the Targui." The latter awakes. "Why," says he, "didst thou not kill me in my sleep?" "Because thou didst not kill me when I was in the well. Get up. Stand down there, while I stand here." The Targui obeys, and says to the Soufi: "Fire first." "No, I'll let thee fire first." The woman speaks: "Strike, strike, O Targui, thou art not as strong as the Soufi." The Targui rises, fires, and now the woman gives voice to a long "you--you." It strikes the _chechias_ that fly above his head. At his turn the Soufi prepares himself and says: "Stand up straight now, as I did for thee." He fires, and hits him on the forehead. His enemy dead, he flies at him and cuts his throat. He then goes to the camel, cuts some meat, and says to the woman: "Go, find me some wood, I want to cook and eat."