he passed on to join her
husband at the head of the caravan.

The black slaves appeared highly amused at the sailor's misfortunes. The
incident had aroused their expiring energies, and the journey was
pursued by them with more animation than ever.

Bill's disappointment was not without some beneficial effect upon
himself. He was so much revived by the beating, that he soon after
recovered his tongue; and as he shuffled on alongside his companions,
they could hear him muttering curses, some in good English, some in bad,
some in a rich Irish brogue, and some in the broadest Scotch.

CHAPTER XLVIII.

THE WATERLESS WELL.

Golah expected to reach the watering-place early in the evening; and all
the caravan was excited by the anticipation of soon obtaining a
plentiful supply of water.

It was well they were inspired by this hope. But for that, long before
the sun had set, Sailor Bill and three or four others would have dropped
down in despair, physically unable to have moved any further. But the
prospect of plenty of water, to be found only a few miles ahead,
brought, at the same time, resolution, strength, and life. Faint and
feeble, they struggled on, nearly mad with the agony of nature's fierce
demands; and soon after sunset they succeeded in reaching the well.

It was dry!

Not a drop of the much desired element was shining in the cavity where
they had expected to find it.

Sailor Bill and some of the other slaves sank upon the earth, muttering
prayers for immediate death.

Golah was in a great rage with everything, and his wives, children,
slaves, and camels, that were most familiar with his moods, rushed here
and there to get out of his way.

Suddenly he seemed to decide on a course to be taken in this terrible
emergency, and his anger to some extent subsided.

Unbuckling the last goat-skin of water from one of the camels, he poured
out a small cup for each individual of the _kafila_. Each was then
served with a little _sangleh_ and a couple of dried figs.

All were now ordered to move on towards the west, Golah leading the way.
The new route was at right angles to the course they had been following
during the earlier part of the day.

Some of the slaves who declared that they were unable to go further,
found out, after receiving a few ticklings of the stick, that they had
been mistaken. The application of Golah's cudgel awakened dormant
energies of which they had not deemed themselves possesse