'E starts off up'ill again.

I sits where 'e'd knocked me on to a stone pile, wishin' like 'ell for a drink.

It was full moonlight, an' you could see for miles.
After about fifteen minutes, me still meditatin' murder an' considerin' my thirst I seen 'em fetch a camel out o' the khan at the Inn o' the Good Samaritan; an' next thing you know, 'e's out o' sight.

Thinks I, that's the last of 'im, an' good riddance! But not a bit of it! "The men what fetched the camel for 'im comes down to me an' says the sheikh 'as left word I'm to be fed an' looked after.

They fixes me up at the inn with a cot an' blankets an' a supper o' sorts, an' I lies awake listenin' to 'em talkin' Arabic, understandin' maybe one word out of six or seven.