I will hold him by the shoulders.

So! Now, forward!" "And have a care not to breathe the sand, Master," Rrisa warned.

"Turn thy face away when the _jinnee_ smite!" Stumbling, heavy-laden, the three men made their painful way down to the beach, turned to the left, and plowed southward in deep sand.

As they left the remains of the fire a great blackness fell upon them.
The boisterous exultation of the wind, howling in from a thousand miles of hot emptiness, out over the invisible sea now chopped into frothy waves, seemed snatching at them.

But the dunes at their left flung the worst of the sand-storm up and over.