Two of these played dominoes, and one or two reclined as in sleep.

Cameras were brought up.
The interior being to his satisfaction, Henshaw rehearsed the entrance of a little band of European tourists.

A beautiful girl in sports garb, a beautiful young man in khaki and puttees, a fine old British father with gray side whiskers shaded by a sun-hat with a flowing veil twined about it.

These people sat and were served coffee, staring in a tourist manner at their novel surroundings.

The Bedouins, under stern command, ignored them, conversing among themselves over their coffee--all but the sheik.
The sheik had been instantly struck by the fair young English girl.