“There,” he tauntingly exclaimed; “I leave you two together, and with more food and drink than you will ever consume. Am I not kind? What more can you ask? Bismillah! God is great, and Mahomet is his Prophet; and I am Golah, the kind, the just!”
Saying this he gave orders to resume the march.
“Don’t move!” exclaimed Terence; “we will give him some trouble yet.”
“Of course we’ll not go and leave Colin there,” said Harry. “The sheik is too avaricious to kill all his slaves. Don’t move a step, Bill, and we may have Colly liberated yet.”
“I shall do as you say, av coorse,” said Bill; “But I expect we shall ’ave to go. Golah has got a way of making a man travel, whether he be willing or not.”
All started forward from the place but the three white slaves and the two whom Golah intended to remain.
“Cheer up, lad,” said Bill to Colin; “we’ll never go and leave you there.”
“Go on! go on!” exclaimed Colin. “You can do me no good, and will only injure yourselves.”
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.