` My lord , ' said the man , bowing low , ` my shepherd here has robbed me of everything . He has killed my children and my old mother ; he has stolen my sheep , he has drowned my cows in the sea . ' The shepherd answered : ` He must pay me what he owes me , and then I will go . ' ` Yes , that is the law , ' said the judge . ` Very well , ' returned the master , ` let him reckon up how long he has been in my service . ' ` That wo n't do , ' replied Mohammed , ' I want my strip of skin , as we agreed in the contract . ' Seeing there was no help for it , the master cut a bit of skin , and gave it to Mohammed , who went off at once to his uncle . ` Now we are rich , dear uncle , ' cried he , ` we will sell our cows and sheep and go to a new country . This one is no longer the place for us . ' The sheep were soon sold , and the two comrades started on their travels . That night they reached some Bedouin tents , where they had supper with the Arabs . Before they lay down to sleep , Mohammed called the owner of the tent aside . ` Your greyhound will eat my strip of leather , ' he said to the Arab . ` No ; do not fear . ' ` But supposing he does ? ' ` Well , then , I will give him to you in exchange , ' replied the Arab . Mohammed waited till everyone was fast asleep , then he rose softly , and tearing the bit of skin in pieces , threw it down before the greyhound , setting up wild shrieks as he did so . ` Oh , master , said I not well that your dog would eat my thong ? ' ` Be quiet , do n't make such a noise , and you shall have the dog . ' So Mohammed put a leash round his neck , and led him away .
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