Placed apart, overcome by the reaction which followed the first moments of their struggle against the negroes, they no longer made a movement.

Why had they not been able to follow Hercules in his flight?
And, meanwhile, what could they hope for the fugitive?
Strong as he was, what would become of him in that inhospitable country, where hunger, solitude, savage beasts, natives, all were against him?
Would he not soon regret his companion's fate?
They, however, had no pity to expect from the chiefs of the caravan, Arabs or Portuguese, speaking a language they could not understand.

These chiefs only entered into communication with their prisoners by menacing looks and gestures.
Dick Sand himself was not coupled with any other slave.

He was a white man, and probably they had not dared to inflict the common treatment on him.

Unarmed, he had his feet and hands free, but a driver watched him especially.