No conversation ran along the line.
Silence held them--and their own thoughts.

Wounds had been dressed as well as they might be.

Nothing remained but to await the Master's next command.
"Captain Alden's" suggestion that Kloof, still lying aboard in the liner, should be seen to, met a rebuff from the Master.

Living or dead, one man could not now endanger the lives of any others.

And that danger still lay in any exposure was proved by the intermittent firing from the Arab lines.
The Beni Harb were obviously determined to hold back any possibility of a charge, or any return to the protection of the giant flying-ship.
Bullets whimpered overhead, spudded into the sand, or pinged against metal on the liner.