The three mangy camels and the ragged Arab altered their course and came toward them.
As they drew nearer, the four children began to wish they wouldn't. The ragged Arab's expression was crafty, and definitely unattractive. As he came to a stop before them he smiled, which made him look more unpleasant than ever.
"Bismillah!" he said.
"How!" said Martha.
"What do you think he is, an Indian?" hissed Mark, under his breath. He addressed the Arab. "Allee samee show humble servant nearest oasis chop-chop?"
"He won't understand that either—that's Chinese!" said Jane.