We nodded in the saddle, at times, and woke up with a start to find that the procession had disappeared in the gloom.
Then there was energy and attention to business until its dusky outlines came in sight again.

Occasionally the order was passed in a low voice down the line: "Close up--close up! Bedouins lurk here, every where!" What an exquisite shudder it sent shivering along one's spine! We reached the famous river before four o'clock, and the night was so black that we could have ridden into it without seeing it.

Some of us were in an unhappy frame of mind.

We waited and waited for daylight, but it did not come.

Finally we went away in the dark and slept an hour on the ground, in the bushes, and caught cold.