Failing that, he could not help but notice me if I walked about enough; if so, he would find his own means of establishing communication.
But you might as well have hunted for one particular pebble on a beach as for a single individual in all that throng.

Remembering Grim's disguise when I first saw him, I naturally had that picture of him in mind.

But all the Bedouins looked about as much alike as peas in a pod.

They stared at me as if I were a curio on exhibition, but they did not like being stared back at.
There was no hint of violence or interference, and no apparent resentment of an alien's presence in their midst.

The loud- lunged bodyguard shouted out to all and sundry to make way for the "Amerikani," and way was made forthwith, although several times the bodyguard was stopped and questioned after I had passed, to make sure I was really American and not English.
Ahmed assured me that if I had been English they would have "massacred" me.