IinformedtheArabsthatIpossessedatalismanrenderingmeinvulnerable，andIdefiedthebestmarksmaninAlgeriatohitme。
IhadhardlyutteredthewordswhenanArab，whohadattractedmynoticebytheattentionhehadpaidtomytricks，jumpedoverfourrowsofseats，anddisdainingtheuseofthe“practicable，“crossedtheorchestra，upsettingflutes，clarionets，andviolins，escaladedthestage，whileburninghimselfatthefootlights，andthensaid，inexcellentFrench：
“Iwillkillyou!“
AnimmenseburstoflaughtergreetedboththeArab’spicturesqueascentandhismurderousintentions，whileaninterpreterwhostoodnearmetoldmeIhadtodealwithaMarabout。
“Youwishtokillme!“Ireplied，imitatinghisaccentandtheinflectionofhisvoice。“Well，Ireply，thatthoughyouareasorcerer，Iamstillagreaterone，andyouwillnotkillme。“