The chase, receding rapidly, soon vanished from my sight.

Twilight was coming on.
Above the low, flat roofs to westward, the crescent moon hung in the green of sunset behind the minarets of the great mosque.

I then took up the saddle-bags and delicately picked my way through couchant camels, tethered mules and horses in the courtyard to the khan itself, which was a kind of cloister.

I was making my arrangements with the landlord, when Rashid returned, the picture of despair.

He flung up both his hands, announcing failure, and then sank down upon the ground and moaned.