"Eat some salt, my dear friend," answered Ali. What could he do? Some days afterward Ou Ali put ashes on the shoes of Ali. The next day he followed the traces of the ashes, found the spring, and discovered thus the water that his friend was drinking. He took the skin of one of the oxen and carried it to the fountain. He planted two sticks above the water, hung the skin on the sticks, and placed the horns of the ox opposite the road. During the night his friend went to the spring. At the sight of the skin thus stretched out, fear seized him, and he fled. "I am thirsty," said Ou Ali. "Eat some salt, my dear friend," answered Ali, "for salt removes thirst." Ali retired, and, after having eaten, ran to examine the skin that he had stretched out. Ou AH ate the salt, and was dying of thirst. "For the love of God," he said finally, "show me where you drink." Ali was avenged. "Come, Jew-face, and I will show you the water." He made him drink at the spring, and said to him: "See what you were afraid of." The meat being finished, they started away. Ou Ali went to the house of Ali, and said to him: "Come, we will marry you to the daughter of an old woman." Now, the old woman had a herd of oxen. She said to Ali: "Take this drove to the fields and mount one of the animals." Ali mounted one of the oxen. He fell to the ground; the oxen began to run and trample on him. Ou Ali, who was at the house, said to the old woman: "O my old woman, give me your daughter in marriage." She called her daughter. "Take a club," she said to her, "and we will give it to him until he cries for mercy." The daughter brought a club and gave Ou AH a good beating. Ali, who was watching the herd, came at nightfall and met his friend. "Did the old woman accept you?" he asked him. "She accepted me," answered Ali. "And is the herd easy to watch?" "From morning till night I have nothing to do but to repose. Take my place to-morrow, and mount one of the oxen." The next day Ou Ali said to the old woman, "To-day I will take care of the herd." And, on starting, he recommended Ali to ask the old woman for her daughter's hand. "It is well," answered Ali. Ou Ali arrived in the fields; one of the oxen seized him with his horns and tossed him into the air. All the others did the same thing. He regained the horse half dead. Ali, who had remained at the house, asked the old woman for her daughter's hand. "You ask me again?" said she. She took a club and gave it to him till he had had enough. Ou Ali said to Ali: "You have played me a trick." Ali answered him: "Without doubt they gave me the stick so hard that I did not hear the last blow." "It is well, my dear friend. Ali owes nothing to Ou Ali."