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.