We shall want it, if we have to walk thirty-five miles over the sand." "It will not be all sand," Zaki said; "there is grass for the last fifteen miles, near the river; and there were cultivated fields about ten miles out, before the Dervishes came." "That is better.

Now we will be moving." The herbage the horses had cropped during the halt had served, to a certain degree, to supply the place of water; and they proceeded at a brisker pace than Gregory had expected.
"Keep a sharp lookout for water.

Even if the wells are dry, you will see a difference in the growth of the bushes round them; and as it is certain that this route has not been used for some time, there may even be grass." They rode on at an easy canter, and avoided pressing the horses in the slightest degree, allowing them to walk whenever they chose.

The heat was very great, and after four hours' riding Gregory called a halt.
"We must have done twenty miles," he said.

"The bushes look green about here, and the horses have got something of a feed." "I think this must be one of the old halting places," Zaki said, looking round as they dismounted.