they had turned into the interior of the desert and quite far from the river, they had enough of water, and the camels drank copiously during the time of their night stop. Besides this, as a man acquainted with the desert, he knew that after a hurricane, rain usually follows and the dried-up "khors" change temporarily into streams.
Stas in reality was thirsty, so he took a good drink, after which, not returning the gourd, he again jostled Idris' arm.
"Halt the caravan."
"Why?" asked the Sudânese.
"Because I want to sit on the camel with the little 'bint' and give her water."
"Dinah has a bigger gourd than mine."
"But she is greedy and surely has emptied it. A great deal of sand must have fallen into her saddle which you made like a basket. Dinah will be helpless."
"The wind will break out after a while and will refill it."
"That is the more reason why she will require help."
Idris lashed the camel with his whip and for a while they rode in silence.
"Why don't you answer?" Stas asked.
"Because I am considering whether it would be better to tie you to the saddle or tie your hands behind."
"You have become insane."
"No. I have guessed what you intended to do."
"The pursuers will overtake us anyway; so I would not have to do it."
"The desert is in the hands of God."
They became silent again. The thicker sand fell entirely; there remained in the air a subtile red dust, something of the nature of pollen, through which the sun shone like a copper plate. But already they could see
