We hadn't gone twenty yards before Peter drew very near to me and kept turning his head like a hunted stag.
'We are being followed close, Cornelis,' he said calmly.
Another ten yards and we were at a cross-roads, where a little _place_ faced a biggish mosque.

I could see in the waning light a crowd of people who seemed to be moving towards us.

I heard a high-pitched voice cry out a jabber of excited words, and it seemed to me that I had heard the voice before..