Merton Gill was disappointed.

So the fellow was only an actor, after all.

If he had felt sympathy at all, it would now have been for the camel.

The beast was jerked back with profane words and the sheik, rubbing his bitten shoulder, entered the cafe, sitting cross-legged at the end of the divan nearest the door.
"All right, Bob." The assistant director handed him the tube of the water pipe, and the sheik smoked with every sign of enjoyment.

Merton Gill resolved never to play the part of an Arab sheik--at the mercy of man-eating camels and having to smoke something that looked murderous.
Under Henshaw's direction the grizzled proprietor now served tiny cups of coffee to the sheik and his lesser patrons.