And when he gets out I suppose I shall have to befriend him again.

However, at the moment, he was useful.
It was just dawn when old Anazeh ran the launch into a cove between high rocks.

Ahmed let out a shriek of anguish at the violence done the hull.

They pitched the sheep overboard to wade ashore without remembering to untie its legs; it was almost drowned before it occurred to any one to rescue it.
Perhaps it was dead.

I don't know.