her eyes widely, looking at him steadily. "You must listen now. He is a great barbarian, not caring a sou what anybody in the world says of him, not thinking about himself at all. He is a great barbarian with great power. Power? That is money, my friend, and nothing else. Money has always been power; and people who don't know that, understand neither power nor money. He is as careless of his power as he is of everything else. Do you remember how he won that money on the ship and threw it away, and how he bought all the fruit in the boats at Gibraltar, and tossed it to those poor people in the steerage? And in Algiers, you don't know how many people talked of what he had given; and here in the Desert he has been raining money like some great careless thunder-cloud charged with silver and gold and pouring them down. Wherever he goes the people are on their knees to him, and there is a rain of money. He"
But Ogle could endure no more. "Yes, they are on their knees to him indeed—for money!"
She sprang to her feet. "You see nothing!" she cried. "They respect him! They look up to him!"
"Yes—for his money! As you do!"
She leaned down, so that her face was near his,
