You do well, observed the Captain of the
Robbers; but, have you light enough? The
less light the better, said the cobbler, for my
work. Ay! returned Yawyawah; why so?
Why so! repeated the cobbler, winking,
because I can cobble certain businesses, best, in
the dark. When the Captain of the Robbers
heard him say this, he quickly understood the
hint. He blindfolded him, and tied his
hands, as the discreet slave had done, turned
his coat, and led him away until he stopped at
the House. This is the House that was concerned
in the quartering and cobbling, said he.
The captain set a mark upon it. But, Jobbiana
coming by soon afterwards, and seeing
what had been done, set exactly the same
mark upon twenty other Houses in the same
row. So that in truth they were all precisely
alike, and one was marked by Jobbiana
exactly as another was, and there was not a
pin to choose between them.

Thus discomfited, the Captain of the
Robbers called his troop together and addressed
them. My noble, right honorable, honorable
and gallant, honourable and learned, and
simply honourable, friends, said he, it is apparent
that we, the old band who for so many
years have possessed the command of the
magic door, are in danger of being superseded.
In a word, it is clear that there are
now two bands of robbers, and that we must
overcome the opposition, or be ourselves
vanquished. All the robbers applauded this
sentiment. Therefore, said the captain, I
will disguise myself as a trader—in the
patriotic line of business—and will endeavour
to prevail by stratagem. The robbers as
with one voice approved of this design.

The Captain of the Robbers accordingly
diguised himself as a trader of that sort which
is called at the bazaars a patriot, and, having
again had recourse to the cobbler, and having
carefully observed the House, arranged his
plans without delay. Feigning to be a dealer
in soft-soap, he concealed his men in nine-and-thirty
  jars of that commodity, a man in every
jar; and, loading a number of mules with this
pretended merchandise, appeared at the head
of his caravan one evening at the House,
where Scarli Tapa was sitting on a bench
in his usual place, taking it (as he
generally did in the House) very coolly. My
Lord, said the pretended trader, I am a
stranger here, and know not where to bestow
my merchandise for the night. Suffer me
then, I beseech you, to warehouse it here.
Scarli Tapa rose up, showed the pretended
merchant where to put his goods, and
instructed Jobbiana to prepare an entertainment
for his guest. Also a bath for himself;
his hands being very far from clean.

The discreet slave, in obedience to her
orders, proceeded to prepare the entertainment
and the bath; but was vexed to discover,
when it was late and the shops of the
dealers were all shut, that there was no
soft-soap in the House—which was the more
unexpected, as there was generally more than
enough. Remembering however, that the
pretended trader had brought a large stock
with him, she went to one of the jars to get a
little. As she drew near to it, the impatient
robber within, supposing it to be his leader,
said in a low voice,—Is it time for our party to
come in? Jobbiana, instantly comprehending
the danger, replied", Not yet, but presently.
She went in this manner to all the jars, receiving
the same question, and giving the same
answer.

The discreet slave returned into the
kitchen, with her presence of mind not at all
disturbed, and there prepared a lukewarm
mess of soothing syrup, worn-out wigs, weak
milk and water, poppy-heads, empty nutshells,
froth, and other similar ingredients.
When it was sufficiently mawkish, she
returned to the jars, bearing a large kettle
filled with this mixture, poured some of it
upon every robber, and threw the whole
troop into a state of insensibility or
submismission. She then returned to the House,
served up the entertainment, cleared away
the fragments, and attired herself in a rich
dress to dance before her master and his
disguised visitor.

In the course of her dances, which were
performed in the slowest time, and during
which she blew both her own and the family
trumpet with extraordinary pertinacity,
Jobbiana took care always to approach
nearer and still nearer to the Captain of the
Robbers. At length she seized him by the
sleeve of his disguise, disclosed him in his
as own dress to her master, and related where
his men were, and how they had asked Was
it time to come in? Scarli Tapa, so far from
being angry with the pretended trader, fell
upon his neck and addressed him in these
friendly expressions: Since our object is the
same and no great difference exists between
us, O my brother, let us form a Coalition.
Debrett's Peerage will open Sesame to the
Scarli Tapas and the Yawyawahs equally,
and will shut out  the rest of mankind,
Let it be so. There is plunder enough
in the cave. So that it is never restored to
the original owners and never gets into other
hands but ours, why should we quarrel
over-much! The Captain made a suitable reply
and embraced his entertainer. Jobbiana,
shedding tears of joy, embraced them both.

Shortly afterwards, Scarli Tapa in gratitude
to the wise Jobbiana, caused her to be
invested with the freedom of the City—where
she had been very much beloved for many
years—and gave her in marriage to his own
son. They had a large family and a powerful
number of relations, who all inherited, by
right of relationship, the power of opening
Sesame and shutting it tight. The
Yawyawahs became a very numerous tribe also,
and exercised the same privilege. This,
Commander of the Faithful, is the reason
why, in that distant part of the dominions