He was still indignantly refusing to take down his pants and prove that the hard lump on his thigh was really an amulet against sciatica, when the car came for me.
It was an ordinary Ford car, and the driver was not in uniform.
He, too, had only one eye in full commission, for the other was bruised and father swollen.

I got in beside him and let the Arab have the rear seat to himself, reflecting that I would be able to smell all the Arab sweat I cared to in the days to come.
We are governed much more by our noses than we are often aware of, and I believe that many people--in the East especially--use scent because intuition warns them that their true smell would arouse unconscious antagonism.

Dogs, as well as most wild animals, fight at the suggestion of a smell.

Humans only differ from the animals, much, when they are being self-consciously human.

Then they forget what they really know and tumble headlong into trouble.
The driver seemed to know which road to take, and to be in no particular hurry, perhaps on account of his injured eye.