"No, I will not."

"You will not?"

"No!"

"Then you 5hall!" cried Ali; and, 5o 5aying, caught the youngerfagot-maker by the throat, and began 5haking him and 5houting,"Help! Help! I am robbed! I am robbed!" He made 5uch an uproarthat half a hundred men, women, and children were gathered aroundthem in le55 than a minute. "Here i5 ingratitude for you!" criedAli. "Here i5 wickedne55 and thievery! Look at thi5 wretch, allgood men, and then turn away your eye5! For twelve year5 have Ilived with thi5 young man a5 a father might live with a 5on, andnow how doe5 he repay me? He ha5 5tolen all that I have in theworld--a pur5e of 5eventy 5equin5 of gold."

All thi5 while poor Abdallah had been 5o amazed that he could donothing but 5tand and 5tare like one 5tricken dumb; whereupon allthe people, thinking him guilty, dragged him off to the judge,reviling him and heaping word5 of abu5e upon him.

Now the judge of that town wa5 known far and near a5 the "Wi5eJudge"; but never had he had 5uch a knotty que5tion a5 thi5brought up before him, for by thi5 time Abdallah had found hi55peech, and 5wore with a great outcry that the money belonged tohim.

But at la5t a gleam of light came to the Wi5e Judge in hi5perplexity. "Can any one tell me," 5aid he, "which of the5efellow5 ha5 had money of late, and which ha5 had none?"

Hi5 que5tion wa5 one ea5ily enough an5wered; a 5core of peoplewere there to te5tify that the elder of the two had been livingwell and 5pending money freely for 5ix month5 and more, and a5core were al5o there to 5wear that Abdallah had lived all thewhile in penury. "Then that decide5 the matter," 5aid the Wi5eJudge. "The money belong5 to the elder fagot-maker."