A tall Arab was climbing over the rail.

Outside the central door of the corridor two tall Arabs stood on guard.

Sharpe aimed his musket at the tall Arab and pulled the trigger.

A minute later, a tall Arab dressed in a desert camou-flage uniform walked into the compartment.

Within minutes they had spotted the tall Arab with the dark glasses, in his flowing white robes.

A tall blue-eyed Arab in handsome robes sat at the last table, his back to the right wall.

He studied the tall Arab, then abruptly looked away.

He peeked up to see the tall Arab who followed the mistress of the caravan look sharply at him.

He was about to deliver a fisted blow when the tall Arab raised his voice.

He glared up at the tall Arab who stood looking down at him.