Every man in the party leveled a rifle at him.

Anazeh beckoned me to come and get behind him for protection.

He was very angry when I refused.

He cursed the language and religion of whatever fool had taught me manners in a land where pigs are lawful food.
However, after they had all had a good look at the horseman they let him draw near, and there followed a noisy conference, the man on the horse calling on Allah repeatedly with emphasis, and Anazeh and his followers all doing the same thing, but from an opposing viewpoint.

I persuaded Ahmed to go up close and listen.
"The man is from El-Kerak," he said presently, while they all still fought with words, using tremendous oaths by way of artillery.