"We all know of Ismail Agha," replied the Kurd. "My cousin's wife's uncle was there when he was killed. Your general came with his horsemen to the foot of the hill where the Agha's castle was built. He sent up two khans to ask him to come down. The khans swore by all that was holy that no harm would come to him, and said that they themselves would stay at the castle gate as hostages if he went. He was an honest man and believed them. He rode down the hill with only ten horsemen with him. After a while the Kurds at the castle gate heard the sound of guns. The two Persian khans--sons of liars--with faces full of joy exclaimed, 'Peace has been made. They are shooting off their guns for joy. Let us ride down and join in the celebration.' We Kurds are honest fellows; we did not shoot them, but turned to mount our horses--and they galloped off and left us. The Kurds pursued, but only to meet the agha's ten horsemen coming at breakneck speed with the news that Ismail Agha was dead. The general had received him very politely, but as he turned to mount his horse after the talk was over a Persian shot him from behind. But Sheikh Tahar will not be caught in that way." The major now interrupted, saying, "But our agha does not fight in that way. He does not use tricks. He has cannon, and horsemen, and he fights in the open." "I know you have cannon," said the Kurd, "yet still we do not fear. By tricks you win. But they will not succeed against Sheikh Tahar. Do you know the story of the Kurdish fox and the Persian fox? "Once these two foxes met. The Kurdish fox said to the Persian fox, "'How many tricks do you know?' "The Persian fox replied, 'I know twenty-six. How many do you know?' "'I know only one,' said the Kurdish fox, 'but it is all I need.' "They walked on together until the Persian fox saw a piece of meat and snapped at it. He found himself caught in a trap. "'My brother!' he cried in distress, 'what can I do? Come and help me!' "'Why do you want help?' said the Kurdish fox, 'use your twenty-six tricks.' "'Really, my brother,' said the Persian fox, 'not a single one of them is of any use against this trap.' "'Well, then,' said the Kurdish fox, 'I will tell you the one trick that I know. To-morrow the owner of the trap will come. You must pretend to be dead. I shall lie down near at hand, and also pretend to be dead. He'll take your foot out of the trap. You must still pretend to be dead. He'll see me; then he'll drop you and come to get me. Then you jump up and run, and I'll run, too. So we'll both be free.' "So the one trick of the Kurdish fox was better than the twenty-six tricks of the Persian fox."