Kaid trusts him, depends on him, stands by him, but doesn't seem to know how to help him when help would do most good.

The Saadat does it all himself; and if it wasn't that the poor devil of a fellah sees what he's doing, and cottons to him, and the dervishes and Arabs feel he's right, he might as well leave.

But it's just there he counts.

There's something about him, something that's Quaker in him, primitive, silent, and perceptive--if that's a real word--which makes them feel that he's honest, and isn't after anything for himself.

Arabs don't talk much; they make each other understand without many words.