Anyhow, without knowing where he was, he knew he was on the road to water, food, human companionship (imagine Abdul Ghani a human companion!—­but he had not seen a human face for three weeks, nor heard nor uttered a word), and safety, after suffering the unpleasant experience of wandering in circles, lost in the most inhospitable desert on the earth.  Vultures!  He had not realized there were so many in the world.  Hour after hour, a post at every few yards, and on every post a vulture—­a vulture that opened its eyes as he approached, regarded him from its own point of view—­that of the Eater whose life is an unending search for Meat—­calculatingly, and closed them again with a sigh at his remaining vigorousness.

He must have passed hundreds, thousands,—­had he died of thirst in actual fact and was he doomed to follow this line through this desert for evermore as a punishment for his sins?  No—­much too mild a punishment for the God of Love to inflict, according to the Chaplain.  This would be Eternal Bliss compared with the Eternal Fire.  He must be still alive ...  Was he mad, then, and imagining these unending bird-capped posts?  If not mad, he soon would be.  Why couldn’t they say something—­mannerless brutes!  Should he swerve off and leave the telegraph line?  No, he had starved and suffered the agonies of thirst for nearly a week—­and, if he could hang on all night, he might reach water tomorrow and be saved.  Food was a minor consideration and if he could drink a few gallons of water, soak his clothes in it, lie in it,—­he could carry on for another day or two.  Nearly as easy to sprawl face-downward on a camel-saddle as on the ground—­and he had tied himself on.  The camel would rub along all right for days with camel-thorn and similar dainties....  No, better not leave the line.  Halt and camp within sight of it till the morning, when the brutes would fly away in search of food?  No ... might find it impossible to get going again, if once man and beast lay down now ...  Ride as far as possible from the line, keeping it in sight?  No ... if he fell asleep the camel would go round in a circle again, and he’d wake up a dozen miles from the line, with no idea of direction and position.  Best to carry straight on.  The camel would stick to the line so long as he was left exactly on it ... think it a road ...  He could sleep without danger thus.  He would shut his eyes and not see the vultures, for if he saw a dozen more he knew that he would go raving mad, halt the camel and address an impassioned appeal to them to say something—­for God’s sake to say something.  Didn’t they know that he had been in solitary confinement in a desert for three weeks or three centuries (what is time?) without hearing a sound or seeing a living thing—­expecting the SNAKE night and day, and, moreover, that he was starving, dying of thirst, and light-headed, and that he was in the awful position of choosing between murdering the camel that had stood