He was back in his favourite disguise as a Bedouin, squatting on a mat near the entrance of a vaulted room, where he could see through the door without being seen.
"This is headquarters for the present," he explained.

"Soon as we bag the game we'll run 'em in here quick as lightning.

Most likely keep 'em here all day, so's not to have to parade 'em through the streets until after dark.

A man's coming soon with coffee and stuff to eat." "What's become of Suliman ?" "He's shooting craps with two other young villains close to where you left him last night.

I'm hoping he'll get word with his mother." Grim looked more nervous than I had ever seen him.