the crowd would stand off , glaring furiously at harry , the odd wrathful cry ringing out from them , curses that he didnt know what he was doing , that he was a traitor eventually , so many of his men had been either so badly injured or had had to return to the gate with their prisoners that harry had been left with no choice but to enlist the aid of the arab policemen , even though he constantly remained unsure as to where their loyalties truly lay .