“Look at the dust they’re making,” observed Bob, as a dense cloud of fine sand particles arose, making it necessary for the youths to ride a short distance to one side of the pack animals.
“They don’t believe in kicking it up, do they?” Joe said dryly.
After a while the sun came out in full splendor, sending its dazzling rays down on the scorched sand. Bob and Joe soon perspired freely, and were glad to remove their coats.
“Whew!” gasped Joe. “I’d give anything for a drink of water.”
“So would I,” his friend replied. “I’m going to ride on up and ask for one.”
“Remember me while you’re there.”
It was a good distance to the other end of the caravan, but the sure-footed dromedary trotted along briskly. Fekmah waved as Bob passed.
“How about a drink of water, Dad?” asked Bob, coming up to his father’s camel.
“Go to it,” was the answer. “We’ll come to a well before long, and refill the canteens.”