"Well, I will marry him." She went to him and married him, and they set out on a camel together. When the first husband returned, he found that she had gone. He said to himself: "She is at my father's or perhaps my uncle's." When day dawned he said to his sister, "Go see if she is in thy father's house or thy uncle's." She went, and did not find her there. He went out to look for her, and perceived the camel's traces. Then he saddled his own camel. The women came out and said: "Stay! Do not go; we will give thee our own daughters to marry." "No," he replied, "I want to find my wife." He goes out, he follows the tracks of the camel, here, here, here, until the sun goes down. He spends the night upon the trail. His camel is a runner of five years. When the sun rises he starts and follows the trail again. About four o'clock he arrives at an encampment of the Touareg, and finds some shepherds with their flocks. He confides in one of these men, and says to him: "A word, brave man, brother of beautiful women, I would say a word to thee which thou wilt not repeat." "Speak." "Did a woman arrive at this place night before last?" "She did." "Hast thou the sentiments of a man of heart?" "Truly." "I desire to talk to her." "I will take thee to her. Go, hide thy camel; tie him up. Change thy clothing. Thou wilt not then be recognized among the sheep. Bring thy sabre and come. Thou shalt walk as the sheep walk." "I will walk toward you, taking the appearance of a sheep, so as not to be perceived." "The wedding-festival is set for to-night, and everybody will be out of their houses. When I arrive at the tent of this lady I will strike a stake with my stick. Where I shall strike, that is where she lives." He waits and conceals himself among the flocks, and the women come out to milk. He looks among the groups of tents. He finds his wife and bids her come with him. "I will not go with thee, but if thou art hungry, I will give thee food." "Thou'lt come with me or I will kill thee!" She goes with him. He finds his camel, unfastens him, dons his ordinary clothing, takes his wife upon the camel's back with him, and departs. The day dawns. She says: "O thou who art the son of my paternal uncle, I am thirsty." Now she planned a treachery. He said to her: "Is there any water here?" "The day the Targui took me off we found some in that pass." They arrived at the well. "Go down into the well," said the Soufi. "I'm only a woman. I'm afraid. Go down thyself." He goes down. He draws the water. She drinks. He draws more water for the camel, which is drinking, when she pours the water on the ground. "Why dost thou turn out the water?" "I did not turn it out; thy camel drank it." And nevertheless she casts her glances and sees a dust in the distance. The Targui is coming. The woman says: "Now I have trapped him for thee."