Carry On! A Story of the Fight for BagdadStrang, Herbert
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Carry On! A Story of the Fight for Bagdad
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Iraq -- Juvenile fiction
During Ibrahim's absence Burnet had turned over in his mind, not merely
the problem of getting the dervish away, but the further problem of
successfully eluding pursuit. Tired as the horses were, they had
probably had rest enough to make them more than equal to the camels in
pace. Should he stampede them? It would be easy enough, but the
attempt might lead to disaster, for they would almost certainly scent a
stranger long before he reached them, and a startled whinny would bring
the Arabs in haste upon the scene. The safer plan would be to depend
on releasing the prisoner while his captors were asleep, and then on
following a roundabout course through the desert.
The two men consulted in whispers and soon came to a determination.
Burnet, as the more active of the two, and also as being well known to
the prisoner, undertook the task of releasing him. Ibrahim meanwhile
would ensconce himself at a convenient spot near at hand, and remain on
the watch, ready to defend the others with his rifle if need arose.
The Arab has an almost unerring sense of locality and direction, and in
spite of the darkness Ibrahim was able to lead Burnet without fault
through the maze of ruins to the slight hollow where the men were
encamped. Looking down upon it from his higher point a few yards away,
Burnet was just able to discern, by the glimmer of the stars, five
figures on the ground. Four of them were squatting; every now and then
a word was spoken; the fifth lay at full stretch, a little apart from
the others.
Burnet watched and listened impatiently. Surely the men would not
remain thus the whole night through. What if they slept in turn,
leaving one always on guard? After a while the conversation became
still more spasmodic and drowsy: presently it ceased altogether, and
all four men sank into a recumbent posture. Secure in their retreat
far within the ruins, they had seen no need of keeping guard.
All was now silent. Not even a snore broke the stillness. Only a
slight clink came occasionally from the spot where the horses were
tethered. Burnet still waited, though he knew that the Arab, like all
creatures of the wild, falls asleep instantly. But he knew also that
the sleep was light. The least unusual sound, inaudible to a European
ear, would cause these men to spring up, as wide awake and alert as a
house-dog.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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