We must throw only one glance at it, and pass on.
This much accomplished, nightfall, with the west glowing like a stupendous jewel, brought rest.

They camped in the wady, with machine-guns mounted and sentinels out.

Abd el Rahman, liberated from his bonds and under strict surveillance, still refused to talk.

No information could be got from him; but Rrisa's eyes brightened with unholy joy at sight of the old man ceremonially tearing his burnous and sifting sand on his gray head.
"Allah smite thy face, _ya kalb!_" (O dog!) he murmured.

"Robber of the Haram, from Jehannum is thy body!"[1] [Footnote 1: Alluding to the Arab superstition that every man's body is drawn from the place where it will eventually be buried.