and the two men who had pursued him and lost their
lives, their animals, muskets, and scimitars.

Golah now had two accomplices, and the three were well mounted and
well-armed.

The anger of the Arabs was frightful to behold. They turned towards the
two women whom they knew to be Golah's wives. The latter had thrown
themselves on their knees, and were screaming and supplicating for
mercy.

Some of the Arabs would have killed them on the instant; but were
prevented by the old sheik, who, although himself wild with rage, had
still sufficient reason left to tell him that the unfortunate women were
not answerable for the acts of their husband. Our adventurers found
reason to regret the misfortune that had befallen their new masters; for
they could not but regard with alarm the returning power of Golah.

"We shall fall into his hands again," exclaimed Terence. "He will kill
all these Arabs, one after another, and obtain all he has lost,
ourselves included. We shall yet be driven to Timbuctoo."

"Then we should deserve it," cried Harry, "for it will partly be our own
fault if ever we fall into Golah's power again."

"I don't think so," said Bill; "Golah is a wondersome man, and 'as got
somethin' more nor human natur' to 'elp 'im. I think as 'ow if we
should see 'im 'alf a mile off signalisin' for us to follow 'im, we
should 'ave to go. I've tried my hand at disobeyin' his orders, and
don't do it again, not if I knows it."

The expressions of anger hitherto portrayed on the countenances of the
Arabs had given place to those of anxiety. They knew that an enemy was
hovering around them, an enemy whom they had wronged, whose power they
had undervalued, and whom they had foolishly restored to liberty.

The bodies of their companions were hastily interred in the sand, and
their journey northward was once more resumed.

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN.

A CALL FOR TWO MORE.

The sufferings of slaves for water and food again commenced, while the
pace at which they were compelled to travel, to keep up with the camels,
soon exhausted the little strength they had acquired from the rest by
the well.

During the long afternoon following the burial of the two Arabs, each of
the boy slaves at different times declared his utter inability to
proceed any further.

They were mistaken; and had yet to learn something of the power which
love of life exerts over the body.

They knew that to linger behind would be death. They did