de chambre who brought my hot water this morning as 'you French.' It might rather be more agreeable of you not to say 'you Americans' in a classification of myself with that Tinker."
He spoke the unpleasant name with vehemence, and as he did so, Mme. Momoro, still laughing, called his attention to the roadside. "Look!" she bade him. "Look at those people there upon that rock. Quickly!"
He turned to the window and beheld a dozen Kabyles, men and boys, emerged from a cluster of stone huts and grouped upon a shouldering rock, close by, to observe the passing of the automobile. Frowning, they stared unwinkingly at it and its occupants; and the eyes of all of them had that hard exclusion Ogle was beginning to know so well. Then, as the car came opposite the rock, almost all of them lifted their right hands, palms outward, in a gesture that might have been thought one of greeting, except for the fierce stare that forbade such an interpretation. Ogle already knew the gesture; it was a forefending against the evil fortune that might be an emanation from the Christian outlanders in the automobile.
"These Kabyles are like the rest," he said. "Why did you wish me to look at them?"
