The others took it with the dignity of despair.
"You have ruined everything.

I believe you have ruined me also!" cried Mansoor, wringing his hands.

"The women are to get upon these three camels." "Never!" cried Belmont.

"We won't be separated!" He plunged madly, but he was weak from privation, and two strong men held him by each elbow.
"Don't fret, John!" cried his wife, as they hurried her towards the camel.

"No harm shall come to me.