Boiling with indignation as the insolent wretches filed past, treating me with the contempt of a dog, I longed for the moment of action, no matter what were the odds against us.

At length their leader, Ibrahim, appeared in the rear of the party.

He was riding on a donkey, being the last of the line, behind the flag that closed the march.
I never saw a more atrocious countenance than that exhibited in this man.

A mixed breed, between a Turk sire and all Arab mother, he had the good features and bad qualities of either race--the fine, sharp, high-arched nose and large nostril, the pointed and projecting chin, rather high cheek-bones and prominent brow, overhanging a pair of immense black eyes full of expression of all evil.

As he approached he took no notice of us, but studiously looked straight before him with the most determined insolence.
The fate of the expedition was at this critical moment retrieved by Mrs.Baker.She implored me to call him, to insist upon a personal explanation, and to offer him some present in the event of establishing amicable relations.