CHAPTER XVIII.
IN WHICH SOLES ARE BEATEN AND MEN ARE SOLD—WITH PLOTS AND COUNTERPLOTS.
Comfortably ensconced in the palace of the Deys—elected by a majority of his comrades—the Aga Hamet proceeded to enjoy his high position, and to exercise the authority of ruler of the pirate city.
The day after his ascension of what we may call the dangerous throne, he sent for Hadji Baba the story-teller.
"Thou art a witty fellow, it seems?" said the Dey, when Baba made his appearance.
"So it has been said of me, and so I once thought," replied the jester humbly; "but I have come to doubt the worth of my own wit, since it has led me to dwell in a palace."
"How so, knave? What mean you?"
"In truth, I know not," replied Baba. "My wit is scarce sufficient to make my meaning plain even to myself. Only I feel that the brilliancy of the wit of those who dwell in palaces is too much for
