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“Convenient,” said the consul. “Sit on that stone and lean against the
wall, make yourself comfortable. You are a bit shaken, but you will be
all right in a moment. You should have something to eat, but we have
nothing. Anyhow, take a good swallow of this.”
He stood by him as Waldo gasped over the raw brandy.
“Hassan will bring you his water-bottle before he goes,” the consul
went on; “drink plenty, for you must stay here for some time. And now,
pay attention to me. We must extirpate these vermin. The male, I judge,
is absent. If he had been anywhere about, you would not now be alive.
The young cannot be as many as you say, but, I take it, we have to deal
with ten, a full litter. We must smoke them out. Hassan will go back to
camp after fuel and the guard. Meanwhile, you and I must see that none
escape.”
He took Waldo’s gun, opened the breech, shut it, examined the magazine
and handed it back to him.
“Now watch me closely,” he said. He paced off, looking to his left past
the tomb. Presently he stopped and gathered several stones together.
“You see these?” he called.
Waldo shouted an affirmation.
The consul came back, passed on in the same line, looking to his right
past the tomb, and presently, at a similar distance, put up another
tiny cairn, shouted again and was again answered. Again he returned.
“Now you are sure you cannot mistake those two marks I have made?”
“Very sure indeed,” said Waldo.
“It is important,” warned the consul. “I am going back to where I left
Hassan, to watch there while he is gone. You will watch here. You may
pace as often as you like to either of those stone heaps. From either
you can see me on my beat. Do not diverge from the line from one to the
other. For as soon as Hassan is out of sight I shall shoot any moving
thing I see nearer. Sit here till you see me set up similar limits for
my sentry-go on the farther side, then shoot any moving thing not on
my line of patrol. Keep a lookout all around you. There is one chance
in a million that the male might return in daylight--mostly they are
nocturnal, but this lair is evidently exceptional. Keep a bright
lookout.
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