Chapter Fifty Eight.
Once more by the Sea.
Sailor Bill’s conjecture that they were not far from the sea proved correct.
On the evening of that same day they saw the sun sink down into a shining horizon, which they knew was not that of the burning sand-plain over which they had been so long moving.
That faint and distant view of his favourite element was a joyful moment for the old sailor.
“We are in sight of home!” he exclaimed. “Shiver my timbers if I ever lose sight of it again! I shan’t be buried in the sand. If I must go under alive, it shall be under water, like a Christyun. If I could swim, I’d start right off for Hold Hingland as soon as we get to yonder shore.”
The boy slaves were alike inspired with hope and joy at the distant view.
The sea was still too far off to be reached that night, and the douar was pitched about five miles from the shore.
During this night, three of the Arabs were kept constantly on guard; but the camp was not disturbed, and next morning they resumed their journey, some with the hope and others with the fear that Golah would trouble them no more.
The Arabs wished to meet him during the hours of daylight, and secure the property they had lost; and from their knowledge of the part of the desert they were now traversing, they were in hopes of doing this. They knew there was but one place within two days’ journey where fresh water could be obtained; and should they succeed in reaching this place before Golah, they could lie in wait for his arrival. They were certain he must visit this watering-place to save his animals from perishing with thirst.