There were others too--rows and rows within the arches, in the dusk of the mosque itself, and from man to man emotion passed like a spark upon the wind.

The crowd grew denser, there came a suspense, a tension.

It gained upon all, it laid its clutch upon Shere Ali.

He ceased to think, even upon his injuries, he was possessed with expectancy.

And then a man kneeling beside him interrupted his prayers and began to curse fiercely beneath his breath.
"May they burn, they and their fathers and their children, to the last generation!" And he added epithets of a surprising ingenuity.