And all the time the long, narrow eyes of the Egyptian were watching, watching.

They felt as though he was watching them through the darkness, when they lay down to sleep on a pile of cloaks.
Next morning the baskets were drawn up full of what looked like whelk shells.
The children were rather in the way, but they made themselves as small as they could.

While the skipper was at the other end of the boat they did ask one question of a sailor, whose face was a little less unkind than the others.
'Yes,' he answered, 'this is the dye-fish.

It's a sort of murex--and there's another kind that they catch at Sidon and then, of course, there's the kind that's used for the dibaptha.

But that's quite different.