Were not the Arabs all asleep?
The white men's faces were pale and drawn, with grim determination for the task that lay ahead--the task of converting the Beni Harb's camp into a shambles.

The Arab's face, with white-rimmed eyes and with lips drawn back from teeth, had become that of a wild animal.

Rrisa's nostrils were dilated, to scent out the enemy.

He was breathing hard, as if he had run a mile.
"They are near, now, _Ya M'alme!_" said he.

"They are close at hand, these _nakhawilah_! (pariahs).