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Updated: June 15, 2025
In the confusion, the two wives of Golah, taking their children along with them, hurried away from the camp, and escaped undiscovered in the darkness. They had heard the voice of the father of their children, and understood that accent of anguish in which he had called out the name of his son.
Golah had mounted his camel and ridden forward, leaving to his two guards the task of driving on the slaves; and, as if apprehensive of trouble from them, he had directed Terence, Harry, Bill, and the Krooman, to be brought on with their hands tied behind them. The three refused to move; and when all efforts to get them on had been tried in vain, the guards made a loud appeal to their sheik.
Now that the white slaves were secured, no danger was apprehended from the others; and the two who had been guarding them retired to the shade of a tent to refresh themselves with a drink of cheni. While the brief conversation above related was being held, Golah had become busily engaged in overhauling the lading of one of his camels.
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.
While the other slaves were eating the small portion of food allowed them, one of the camels formerly belonging to Golah, a young and fleet maherry that had been ridden by Fatima, strayed a short distance from the douar. Seeing it, the black sheik's brother-in-law, who had been making himself so useful, ran after the animal as if to fetch it back.
Nearly frantic with the helplessness of their position, they could only wait, "trembling for the birth of Fate." The second sand-pit was dug a short distance from the first; and when it had been sunk to the depth of about four and a half feet, Golah commanded the blacks to leave off their labour, one of them being sent back to the line to be seated along with his fellow slaves.
He was next asked if he would not try to sell the white captives along with the two Kroomen, to some slave dealer, who would take them to the coast for a market. Golah would not promise this. He said, that to do so, he should have to sell them on the desert, where he could not obtain half their value.
The three midshipmen, at the command of the sheik, waded in, and dragged the bodies out of the water. They were recognised as those of Golah and his son, Muley. Golah's face appeared to have been frightfully lacerated, and his once large fierce eyes were altogether gone. The brother-in-law was called on to explain the mysterious death of the black sheik and his son.
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.
Its head was then screwed about, as far as it would reach, and the rope was made fast to the root of its tail, the long neck of the camel allowing its head to be brought within a few inches of the place where the rope was tied. Fatima, the favourite, stood by, holding a copper kettle; while Golah opened a vein on the side of the animal's neck near the breast-bone.
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