King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an AeroplaneStrang, Herbert
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King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an Aeroplane
Strang, Herbert
Air travel -- Fiction; Morocco -- Fiction
They spent the afternoon in a thorough cleaning of the engines. Once or
twice Salathiel showed himself at the mouth of the cave, and Tom fancied
he saw him attempt to signal with his hands. But when Oliphant made a
movement towards his carbine, the Jew retreated hastily into the
interior and appeared no more.
At last all was ready for the voyage. But several hours must yet pass
before the ascent could be made. Tom had decided that it would be unwise
to arrive at the kasbah until the Moors were either in their first
sleep, or, if on their guard, were somewhat tired and nervous with
watching. Learning this, Abdul, who had been making observations during
the afternoon, left the two Englishmen and was not seen for a time. When
he returned, he carried a couple of hares, explaining that he had snared
them in the wood that lay half a mile beyond their resting-place. He
produced also from the folds of his garment a number of figs and dates
which he had plucked from the trees.
“Here’s a tuck-in!” cried Tom. “I’m as hungry as a hunter. Oatmeal
biscuits are all very well, but they’re a trifle too chippy for my
taste. I suppose you, as a Scotsman, think ’em quite succulent,
Oliphant?”
“Do I, by George? You Englishmen make a good many mistakes about us
Scots, and that’s one of them. Besides, I’m only Scotch when I want a
stoker’s place—or when I let off some of my stories on the fellows in
Booker’s. I was rather had once, though. When I first went to Tabor’s as
a little chap, on my first day I dropped my cap somewhere, and asked one
of the masters if he’d seen it. I’d just come from our village school up
north—a whim of the governor’s, you know—and I suppose I’d a touch of
the brogue, for when I said, ‘Please, sir, have you seen my cap?’ he
said quite pat, ‘Are _you_ MacFarlane?’ And he called me MacFarlane
until I left.”
Abdul had chosen a sheltered hollow, and built a rough canopy of
branches and leaves. Beneath this he kindled a fire, and cooked one of
the hares The table appointments were not exactly those that either of
the lads was accustomed to, but, as Oliphant remarked, they were in a
primitive country, and it was not unfitting that they should resort to
the manners of their ancestors. Both confessed that they had never
enjoyed a meal so much as this, and felt all the more ready for the
adventures of the night.
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