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
He mentioned it to Rejeb, who received it with a torrent of joyous
ejaculations. There was no time to be lost. The chief told off a man
to go on foot half a mile along the bank of the wady, to give warning
of the enemy's approach. The course of the channel was almost
perfectly straight, and horsemen riding along the embankment could be
seen from a great distance. Then he selected twenty men, and placed
them at Burnet's orders. Burnet took them down to the brink of the
wady, chose a spot favourable to his design about half-way through the
ruins, and instructed the men to build a dam with the material that lay
close to their hands. The channel was shallow, and only about forty
feet wide. The men formed two queues, and masses of brick and stone
were passed from hand to hand and dumped in the middle.
Working with interest and hearty good-will, within an hour the Arabs
had raised that obstacle almost to the surface, and in the muddy water
it was scarcely visible, even from the bank. Much less was it likely
to be seen from the deck of the moving launch, the crew of which would
not suspect that the channel they had already navigated safely could
hold any danger for them.
Having completed the dam, the men returned to their former posts. No
change in the general plan was necessitated: indeed, the sudden
stoppage of the launch would tend to further it, for it would add one
more element to the confusion.
It was now only a question of waiting. The Arabs sat their horses in
stolid patience, scarcely moving or speaking. Burnet was more
restless. He would have liked to steal along the bank of the wady, and
watch the stages in the enemy's progress; but he contained himself, and
tried to emulate the stillness of his friend the chief.
Three hours passed: it was almost midday when the Arab scout came
running back with the news that the enemy were in sight. Soon
afterwards the sound of the propeller was heard, and then, peeping
through the reeds, the watchers saw the horsemen riding two by two at a
walking pace along the embankment, and the aeroplane, its wings
extending over the banks on either side, as it were floating on the
stream.
There was now some order in the troopers' march. Three couples rode
ahead as an advance guard: after an interval came the two officers
riding abreast, and behind them the remainder of the party. Burnet
suggested that the advance guard should be allowed to pass, fire being
reserved until the main body was half-way through the ruins and unable
to escape without fighting. It was impossible now to send a messenger
with orders to the men on the north bank, but this gave Rejeb no
concern:
"My warriors will know what to do," he said, with a firm air of
confidence.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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