Our wake was like a drunkard's.
What with the danger in that overcrowded boat, and the manifestly compromising fact that I had now become one of a gang who boasted of the murder they had done that night, I did some speculation that seems ridiculous now, at this distance, after a lapse of time.

It occurred to me that Grim might be disguised as a member of Anazeh's party.

As far as possible in the dark I thoroughly scrutinized each individual.

It is easy to laugh about it now, but I actually made my way to Anazeh's side and tried to discover whether the old Sheikh's wrinkles and gray-shot beard were not a very skillfully done make-up.

At any rate, I got from that absurd investigation the sure knowledge that Grim was not in the boat with us.
I could not talk with Anazeh very well, because when he tried to understand my amateurish Arabic and to modify his flow of stately speech to meet my needs, he always put his head down, and the helm with it.