“Yes, he gone.”
Here was an acknowledgment that there was a white man among them, as Barney had surmised.
Frank was quick to notice it.
He therefore asked:
“Why did the white man dress like you?”
“‘Fraid of de Bedouins.”
“Do you know his name?”
“Mr. Martin, he say.”
“Martin, eh? He had a cut face, didn’t he?”
“One mark on de cheek dis shape,” said the Arab, stretching open his first and second finger in a V-shape.