Here and there perhaps a broken tower rose up, the remnant of a rich man's house.
But of any sign which could tell a man where the hut of Yusef, who had once sold rock-salt in the market-place, had stood, there was no hope in those acres of crumbling mud.

The foxes had already made their burrows there." The smile faded from Ethne's face, but she looked again at the white feather lying in her palm, and she laughed with a great contentment.

It was yellow with the desert dust.

It was a proof that in this story there was to be no word of failure.
"Go on," she said.
Willoughby related the despatch of the negro with the donkey to Abou Fatma at the Wells of Obak.
"Feversham stayed for a fortnight in Berber," Willoughby continued.

"A week during which he came every morning to the well and waited for the return of his negro from Obak, and a week during which that negro searched for Yusef, who had once sold rock-salt in the market-place.