"Go on, and take care your throat's not cut outside--you and your dromedary"s."
The outcries ceased when the camel had disappeared behind a hillock, and his
driver had called him back and made him kneel down.
"Mount first," said Dick. Then climbing into the second seat and gently
screwing the pistol muzzle into the small of his companion's back, "Go on in
God's name, and swiftly. Goodbye, George. Remember me to Madame, and have a
good time with your girl. Get forward, child of the Pit!"
A few minutes later he was shut up in a great silence, hardly broken by the
creaking of the saddle and the soft pad of the tireless feet. Dick adjusted
himself comfortably to the rock and pitch of the pace, girthed his belt
tighter, and felt the darkness slide past. For an hour he was conscious only of
the sense of rapid progress.
"A good camel," he said at last.
"He was never underfed. He is my own and clean bred," the driver replied.
"Go on."
His head dropped on his chest and he tried to think, but the tenor of his
thoughts was broken because he was very sleepy. In the half doze in seemed that
he was learning a punishment hymn at Mrs. Jennett's. He had committed some
crime as bad as Sabbath-breaking, and she had locked him up in his bedroom.
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