Oh, no, no, no! It was hopeless. He had forsaken Joie, and Joie was drowned. There was not a ghost of a chance that he could have escaped.
At this thought, Ali's strength gave way, and he lay upon the dark current, sobbing as though his heart would break.
He had been false. He had been a traitor. He had forsaken Joie.
He was so taken up with his grief that he did not mind where the current took him. He did not care. He might as well drown, too, if Joie was gone. Oh, why had he been so selfish and so thoughtless! Joie had always been so good to him. How he loved Joie! He and the Sahib were all he had in the whole world that he really cared about. Joie! Joie!
Then the current took the tortured body of poor Ali and whirled it about and
