Their pockets had already been ransacked, and the contents thrown into one of the camel-food bags, the neck of which was tied up by Ali Wad Ibrahim's own hands.
"I say, Cochrane," whispered Belmont, looking with smouldering eyes at the wretched Mansoor, "I've got a little hip revolver which they have not discovered.

Shall I shoot that cursed dragoman for giving away the women ?" The Colonel shook his head.
"You had better keep it," said he, with a sombre face.

"The women may find some other use for it before all is over.".