Raiders of the Sarhad: Being an Account of the Campaign of Arms and Bluff Against the Brigands of the Persian-Baluchi Border during the Great WarDyer, R. E. H. (Reginald Edward Harry)
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Raiders of the Sarhad: Being an Account of the Campaign of Arms and Bluff Against the Brigands of the Persian-Baluchi Border during the Great War
Dyer, R. E. H. (Reginald Edward Harry)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Middle East
Once again Idu volunteered to do a conjuring trick. It was a race now
against time. If Landon could reach us during the night we could snap
our fingers at Jiand. If he failed, well--we were done. To gain time,
even a few hours, meant everything.
So having, as usual, obtained the promise of safe conduct, Idu went
out to visit Jiand, and to endeavour once more to play the great game
of bluff.
But when he returned he seemed very doubtful as to the success of his
mission. He told Jiand that I was already in Khwash, having arrived
by motor-car, on whose supernatural powers he enlarged once more;
also that my whole army was in Khwash, having come in motor-cars,
which were quite wonderful, though not so wonderful as mine (Idu's
powers of imagination were on the up grade!). Jiand was, moreover,
acquainted with the fact that Shah Sawar had already seen the folly
of attempting to fight, and had paid me a visit of ceremony and of
submission. Idu went on to say that I had heard of his treachery,
and the fact that he was marching towards Khwash to attack me there;
also that I was in a towering rage about it, and was fully prepared
for him. His urgent advice to him (Jiand) was that he should present
himself at the fort at eleven o'clock the following morning, make
his profound apologies to the General Sahib, and that, meanwhile, he
would himself plead with the General not to be too severe with the
Chief when he came to surrender!
"Do you think he'll wait till then?" I asked.
"I don't know, Sahib," Idu replied. And for once his cheery good
spirits seemed to have deserted him. "I am not at all sure that Jiand
believed a word I said. If he did not he will attack us to-night,
and----" he stopped significantly.
We all understood. Here were we, a mere handful of men, in that old
mud fort (which meant so much to both sides) with two large enemy
camps outside. Either of them, if they once learned the truth, could
obliterate us in a few hours. Combined, our chances would not be
given even that amount of rope.
It was a desperately anxious night. Everything now depended upon
Landon getting my message. If an accident, or any other untoward
happening, held up his force, or delayed it, we might reckon that
all was up. We could not hope to rely on bluff beyond the following
morning. Some of the Khwashis would, as certain as to-morrow's sun,
be questioned by the Yarmahommedzais, and, if so, the truth as to the
fort's garrison would be dragged from them.
I warned the five infantrymen of the great danger threatening us,
and told them that there could be no sleep for anyone that night.
Everyone must keep his eyes skinned for any movement in the darkness
which might be the forerunner of a sudden night attack.
I myself made no attempt to sleep, but continually patrolled to see
that every man was awake and in his place, and that no movement or
talking occurred amongst Izzat's men.
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