The afternoon of this day was very warm, yet Golah rode on at such a
quick pace, that it required the utmost exertion of the slaves to keep
up with him.
This manner of travelling, under the circumstances in which he was
required to pursue it, proved too severe for Sailor Bill to endure with
any degree of patience.
He became unable, as he thought, to walk any farther; or, if not wholly
unable, he was certainly unwilling, and he therefore sat down.
A heavy shower of blows produced no effect in moving him from the spot
where he had seated himself; and the two young men who acted as guards,
not knowing what else to do, and having exhausted all their arguments,
accompanied by a series of kicks at length appealed to Golah.
The sheik instantly turned his maherry and rode back.
Before he had reached the place, however, the three mids had used all
their influence in an endeavour to get their old companion to move on.
In this they had been joined by the Krooman, who entreated Bill, if he
placed any value on his life, to get up before Golah should arrive, for
he declared the monster would show him no mercy.
"For God's sake," exclaimed Harry Blount, "if it is possible for you to
get up and go a little way farther, do so."
"Try to move on, man," said Terence, "and we will help you. Come, Bill,
for the sake of your friends try to get up. Golah is close by."
While thus speaking, Terence, assisted by Colin, took hold of Bill and
tried to drag him to his feet; but the old sailor obstinately persisted
in remaining upon the ground.
"Perhaps I could walk on a bit farther," said he, "but I won't. I've
'ad enough on it. I'm goin' to ride, and let Golah walk awhile. He's
better able to do it than I am. Now don't you boys be so foolish as to
get yersels into trouble on my account. All ye've got to do is to look
on, an' ye'll larn somethin'. If I've no youth an' beauty, like Colly,
to bring me good luck, I've age and experience, and I'll get it by
schamin'."
On reaching the place where the sailor was sitting, Golah was informed
of what had caused the delay, and that the usual remedy had failed of
effect.
He did not seem displeased at the communication. On the contrary, his
huge features bore an expression that for him might have been considered
pleasant.
He quietly ordered the slave to get up, and pursue his journey.
The weary sailor had blistered feet; and, with his strength almost
exhausted by hunger and thirst, had reached the point of desperation.
Moreover, for the benefit of himself and his young companions, he wished
to try an experiment.
He told the Krooman to inform the sheik that he would go on, if allowed
to ride one of the camels.
"You want me to kill you?" exclaimed Golah, when this communication was
made to him; "you want to cheat me out of the price I have paid for you;
but you shall not. You must go on. I, Golah, have said it."
The sailor, in reply, swore there was no possible chance for them to
take him any farther without allowing him to ride.
This answer to the sheik's civil request was communicated by the
Krooman; and, for a moment, Golah seemed puzzled as to how he should
act.
He would not kill the slave, after saying that he must go on; nor would
he have him carried, since the man would then gain his point.
He stood for a minute meditating on what was to be done. Then a hideous
smile stole over his features. He had mastered the difficulty.
Taking its halter from the camel, he fastened one end of it to the
saddle, and the other around the wrists of the sailor. Poor Old Bill
made resistance to being thus bound, but he was like an infant in the
powerful grasp of the black sheik.
The son and brother-in-law of Golah stood by with their muskets on full
cock, and the first move any of Bill's companions could have made to
assist him, would have been a signal for them to fire.
When the fastenings were completed, the sheik ordered his son to lead
the camel forward; and the sailor, suddenly jerked from his attitude of
repose, was rudely dragged onward over the sand.
"You are going now!" exclaimed Golah, nearly frantic with delight; "and
we are not carrying you, are we? Neither are you riding? _Bismillah_!
I am your master!"
The torture of travelling in this manner was too great to be long
endured; and Bill had to take to his feet and walk forward as before.
He was conquered; but as a punishment for the trouble he had caused, the
sheik kept him towing at the tail of the camel for the remainder of that
day's journey.
Any one of the white slaves would once have thought that he possessed
too much spirit to allow himself, or a friend, to be subjected to such
treatment as Bill had that day endured.
None of them was deficient in true courage; yet the proud spirit, of
which each had once thought himself possessed, was now subdued by a
power to which, if it be properly applied, all animate things must
yield.
That power was the feeling of hunger; and there is no creature so wild
and fierce but will tamely submit to the dominion of the man who
commands it. It is a power that must be used with discretion, or the
victims to it, urged by desperation, may destroy their keeper. Golah
had the wisdom to wield it with effect; for by it, with the assistance
of two striplings, he easily controlled those who, under other
circumstances, would have claimed the right to be free.