Mr.Stuart remained babbling upon the ground, and the Arabs made no effort to lift him into his saddle.

His large, white, upturned face glimmered through the gathering darkness.
"Hi, dragoman, tell them that they are forgetting Mr.Stuart," cried the Colonel.
"No use, sir," said Mansoor.

"They say that he is too fat, and that they will not take him any farther.

He will die, they say, and why should they trouble about him ?" "Not take him!" cried Cochrane.

"Why, the man will perish of hunger and thirst.