He could see the faces of the guards in the firelight.

They were all Baggara Arabs, men who were beyond either pity or bribery.

Tippy Tilly and the others must have gone on with the advance.

For the first time the stiff old soldier abandoned hope.
"Good-bye, you fellows! God bless you!" he cried, as a negro pulled at his camel's nose-ring and made him follow the others.

The women came after him, in a misery too deep for words.