On the other, the river rushed foaming, only broken by the rocks and little islands of the cataract.
Gregory had been ordered to remain with the camel train; to keep them, as much as possible, together, and prevent wide gaps from occurring in the ranks.

It was tedious work; and the end of the train did not arrive, until broad daylight, at the spot where the infantry halted.

He at once told Zaki to pitch his little tent, which he had already shown him how to do, while he went to see if there were any orders at headquarters.
He found the staff were just sitting down to a rough breakfast.

Being told, after the meal, that he would not be wanted during the day; but that at night he was to continue his work with the camels; he went back to his tent, and threw himself on his bed.

But, in spite of the fly being fastened up, and a blanket thrown over the tent, the heat was so great that he was only able to doze off occasionally.
He observed that even the black troops suffered from the heat.