At an early hour next morning the caravan started on its journey, still
moving westward. This direction Golah was compelled to pursue, to
obtain a supply of water, although it was taking him no nearer his
destination.
Two days' journey was before them ere they could reach another well.
While performing it, Golah, vexed at the delay thus occasioned, was in
very ill-humour with things in general.
Some of his displeasure was vented upon the camel he was riding, and the
animal was usually driven far ahead of the others.
The sheik's wrath also fell upon his wives for lingering behind, and
then upon the slaves for not following closer upon the heels of the
camel. His son, and brother-in-law, would at intervals be solemnly
cursed in the name of the Prophet for not driving the slaves faster.
Before the well had been reached, the four white slaves were in a very
wretched condition. Their feet were blistered and roasted by the hot
sand, and as the clothing allowed them was insufficient protection
against the blazing sun, their neck and legs were inflamed and bleeding.
The intestines and most of the flesh of the slaughtered camel had been
long ago consumed, as well as the filthy water taken from its stomach.
Colin had again established himself in the favour of the sheik's wife,
and was allowed to have the care of the child; but the little food and
drink he received for his attention to it were dearly earned.
The weight of the young negro was a serious encumbrance in a weary
journey through what seemed to be a burning plain; moreover, the
"darkey", in keeping its seat on the young Scotchman's shoulders, had
pulled a quantity of hair out of his head, besides rendering his scalp
exceedingly irritable to further treatment of a like kind.
Hungry, thirsty, weak, lame, and weary, the wretched captives struggled
on until the well was reached.
On arriving within sight of a small hill on which were growing two or
three sickly bushes, Golah pointed towards it, at the same time turning
his face to those who were following him. All understood the signal,
and seemed suddenly inspired with hope and happiness. The travellers
pressed forward with awakened energy, and after passing over the hill
came in sight of the well at its foot.
The eagerness exhibited by the slaves to quench their thirst might have
been amusing to any others than those who beheld them; but their master
seemed intent on giving them a further lesson in the virtue of patience.
He first ordered the camels to be unladen, and the tents to be pitched.
While some were doing this, he directed others to seek for fuel.
Meanwhile, he amused himself by collecting all the dishes and
drinking-vessels, and placing them contiguous to the well.
He then attached a rope to a leathern bucket, and, drawing water from
the reservoir, he carefully filled the utensils with the least possible
waste of the precious fluid his followers were so anxious to obtain.
When his arrangements were completed, he called his wives and children
around him. Then, serving out to each of them about a pint of the
water, and giving them a few seconds for swallowing it, he ordered them
off.
Each obeyed without a murmur, all apparently satisfied.
The slaves were next called up; and then there was a rush in real
earnest. The vessels were eagerly seized, and their contents greedily
swallowed. They were presented for more, refilled and again emptied.
The quantity of water swallowed by Sailor Bill and his three young
companions, and the rapacity with which it was gulped down, caused Golah
to declare that there was but one God, that Mahomet was his Prophet, and
that four of the slaves about him were Christian swine.
After all had satisfied the demands of nature, Golah showed them the
quantity of water he deemed sufficient for a thirsty individual, by
drinking about a pint himself, not more than a fifth of the amount
consumed by each of his white slaves.
Long years of short allowance had accustomed the negro sheik to make
shift with a limited allowance of the precious commodity, and yet
continue strong and active.
About two hours after they had reached the well, and just as they had
finished watering the camels, another caravan arrived. Its leader was
hailed by Golah with the words, "Is it peace?" the usual salutation when
strangers meet on the desert.
The answer was, "It is peace;" and the new comers dismounted and pitched
their camp.
Next morning Golah had a long talk with their sheik, after which he
returned to his own tent in much apparent uneasiness. The caravan newly
arrived consisted of eleven men, with eight camels and three Saaran
horses. The men were all Arabs, none of them being slaves. They were
well-armed, and carried no merchandise. They had lately come from the
north-west, for what purpose Golah knew not, since the account the
stranger sheik had given of himself was not satisfactory.
Though very short of provisions, Golah resolved not to leave the well
that day; and the Krooman learnt that this resolution was caused by his
fear of the strangers.
"If he is afraid of them," said Harry, "I should suppose that would make
him all the more anxious to get out of their company."
The Krooman, in explanation, stated that if the Arabs were robbers,
pirates of the desert, they would not molest Golah so long as he
remained at the well.
In this the Krooman was correct. Highway robbers do not way-lay their
victims at an inn, but on the road. Pirates do not plunder ships in a
harbour, but out on the open ocean. Custom, founded on some good
purpose, has established a similar rule on the great sandy ocean of the
Saara.
"I wish they were robbers, and would take us from Golah!" said Colin.
"We should then perhaps be carried to the north, where we might be
ransomed some time or other. As it is, if we are to be taken to
Timbuctoo, we shall never escape out of Africa."
"We shall not be taken there," cried Terence. "We shall turn robbers
ourselves first. I will for one; and when I do, Golah shall be robbed
of one of his slaves at least."
"An' that wan will be Misther Terence O'Connor, av coorse?" said Bill.
"Yes."
"Thin ye will 'ave done no more than Master Colly, who has already
robbed 'im av twa, the haffections av 'is wife an' bairn."
"That will do, Bill," said Colin, who did not like hearing any allusion
made to the woman. "We have something else that should engage our
attention. Since we have learnt that they intend taking us to
Timbuctoo, it is time we began to act. We must not go there."
"That is understood," said Harry; "but what can we do? Something should
be done immediately. Every day we journey southward carries us farther
from home, or the chance of ever getting there. Perhaps these Arabs may
buy us, and take us north. Suppose we get the Krooman to speak to
them?"
All consented to this course. The Krooman was called; and when informed
of their wishes he said that he must not be seen speaking to the Arabs,
or Golah would be displeased. He also stated, what the white captives
had already observed, that Golah and his son were keeping a sharp watch
over them, as well as over the strangers; and that an opportunity of
talking to the Arab sheik might not be easily obtained.
While he was still speaking, the latter was observed proceeding towards
the well to draw some water.
The Krooman instantly arose, and sauntered after.
He was observed by the quick eye of Golah, who called to him to come
away; which he did, but not before quenching his thirst, that did not
appear to be very great.
On the Krooman's return from the well, he informed Harry that he had
spoken to the Arab sheik. He had said, "Buy us. You will get plenty of
money for us in Swearah;" and that the reply of the sheik was, "The
white slaves are dogs, and not worth buying."
"Then we have no hope from that source!" exclaimed Terence.
The Krooman shook his head; not despondently, but as if he did not agree
in the opinion Terence had expressed.
"What! do you think there is any hope?" asked Harry.
The man gave a nod of assent.
"How? In what way?"
The Krooman vouchsafed no explanation, but sauntered silently away.
When the sun was within two or three hours of setting over the Saara the
Arabs struck their tents and started off in the direction of the dry
well, from whence Golah and his caravan had just come. After they had
disappeared behind the hill, Golah's son was sent to its top to watch
them, while his women and slaves were ordered to strike the tents as
quickly as possible.
Then waiting till the shades of night had descended over the desert, and
the strangers were beyond the reach of vision, Golah gave orders to
resume the march once more in a south-easterly direction, which would
carry them away from the sea-coast, and, as the white slaves believed,
from all chances of their ever recovering their freedom.
The Krooman, on the contrary, appeared to be pleased at their taking
this direction, notwithstanding the objections he had expressed to going
inland.