Their lips were parched and dried, and their tongues like tags of leather.

They lisped curiously in their speech, for it was only the vowel sounds which would come without an effort.

Miss Adams's chin had dropped upon her chest, and her great hat concealed her face.
"Auntie will faint if she does not get water," said Sadie.

"Oh, Mr.
Stephens, is there nothing we could do ?" The Dervishes riding near were all Baggara with the exception of one negro--an uncouth fellow with a face pitted with small-pox.
His expression seemed good-natured when compared with that of his Arab comrades, and Stephens ventured to touch his elbow and to point to his water-skin, and then to the exhausted lady.

The negro shook his head brusquely, but at the same time he glanced significantly towards the Arabs, as if to say that, if it were not for them, he might act differently.