The heavy blade of shining steel was raised aloft; and the grip of the powerful hand clutching its hilt became more firm and determined.
Sailor Bill! has your promise to keep a sharp look-out been broken so soon?
Beware! Golah is near, with strength in his arm, and murder in his mind!
Chapter Sixty.
Sailor Bill standing Sentry.
After two hours had been passed in moving slowly to and fro, hearing the word “Akka,” and seeing nothing but grey sand, Sailor Bill began to feel weary, and now regretted that the old sheik had honoured him with his confidence.
For the first hour of his watch he had kept a good look-out to the eastward, and had given the whole of his attention to his sentinel’s duty.
Gradually his intense alertness forsook him, and he began to think or the past and future.