about noon
Akbar ! Jimgrim Ali Higg ! '' _ It suited their sense of humor finely to announce to the wind and the kites that Grim , the strict , straight , ethical American was a ravisher of virgins and a slitter of offenseless throats , who knew no mercy -- a man without law in this world or prospect of peace in the next . When we reached an oasis about noon -- sweet water and thirty or forty palm-trees -- and simply had to camp there because the camels were exhausted after a night and half a day of strenuous marching , they were still so full of high spirits that they had to work them off somehow ; and unwittingly I provided the excuse . I was on the lee side of a camel , opening a boil in Mujrim 's leg with his razor , when I caught sight of one of the younger men trying to burgle the medicine-chest . I yelled at him , and naturally gashed my patient 's leg , who rose in giant wrath and with enormous fairness smote the real culprit . The resulting blasphemous bad language brought Ali Baba to the scene at once as peacemaker , with all the gang behind him ; and in a minute they had all joined hands , with Mahommed standing in the center , and were dancing like a lot of pouter-pigeons , singing a new song about Mujrim 's leg , and a razor , and blood on the sand , and palm-trees , and a saint , and my superhuman ability to let daylight into the very heart of boils .