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"That's it," agreed Digby. "I'll hav
first go."
"Now tell me all that happened,'
he added, "and then. I'll bring you up
to date."
I did so, giving hien a full account
of all our doings, from the time he
had left us to go;. to the mounted
company.
"Now tell me a few things, Dig,'
I said, .when I had finished and he
knew as much •as I did, He told lee
of how his escouade had suddenly
been ordered from Tanout-Azzal to
Tolcotta.:Here they had found, of all
people on this earth, the Spahi office
who had once visited Brandon Abbas,
now Major de Beaujolais, seconded
from his regiment for duty with
mounted units in the Territoire IVliii-
taire of the Soudanwhere the mobile
Touaregs were presenting a difficult
problem to the peaceful penetrators
towards Timbuktu and Lake Tchad,
The. Major had not. recognised Digby,
of. course, nor Digby him,- until he
heard his name ''. and that he was a
Spain. (And, it was at him that I had
been shooting that day, or rather it
was he at whom I had not been shoot-
ing. , It was this very friend of boy-
hocd days whom I had been trying
to warn against what I thought was<
an ambush! Time's whirligig!)
At- Tokotu, news had been received
that Zinderneuf was besieged by a
huge' force of Touaregs, and de Beau-
jolais had set off at once. The rest I
knew until the moment when I. had
seen Digby, who . was de Beaujolais'
trumpeter, '.climb • into the` fort. .
"Well—you know what I saw as I
got on to the roof," said Digby, "and
you can imagine (can you, I won-
der?) what, I felt when I saw Beau
lying there... I dashed: down be-
low and rushed :around to see if you
were among the wounded, and then
realised that there were no wounded,
and that the entire garrison was on
that awful roof.. . That meant that
you had cleared out, and that it was
your bayonet ornamenting., Lejaune's
chest, and, that it was you who had
disposed' Michael's body and closed
his eyes. Someone must have done
it, and it wasn't one of those dead
e Louie], also vanish' in this mysteriots
place, it would give them something
' more to puzzle- over; and if I could
absolutely destroy it, there would be
no evidence for thein to lay before a
court martial... , Mind, I had been
marching for twenty-four hours and
was. all but sleeping on any feet, so
I wasn't'at niy brightest anti. best, by
a long way -apart from what I- had
just seen. ,
"When I felt pretty certain that
there was no one about, I crept up on
to the roof again and took a look
around. There"was'a sentry at the
r gate,' and the 'company was evidently
going to'camp in the oasis, and have
a sleep' before entering. the fort. I
pulled myself together, crawled over
to where Beats lay, heaved hire up in
my arms and carried hint` below to
his own bed in the' barrack -room, All
around his cot I laid piles of wood
from the cook -house and, drenched it
with lamp oil. I' did my best to make
it a real'``Viking's Funeral' for 'hiin,
just like we used to have at home.
Just like he used to want it." My'
chief regret was that I had no Union
Jack to drape over him, . How.
ever, I did the best _I„could, and cov-
ered the whole pyre with' sheets' of.
canvas and things. . . All white,
more or less. . . There was no sign
of the wood and oil..' . He looked
splendid. •. . . ' Then, after thinking
it over, I took. the spare Tri -couleur
and. laid that over ,all.. ;. . It wasn't
what I would have liked, but he had
fought and died under it, so itserv-
ed.
eryed.. . It. served.. :"Served. ”
Digby's head was nodding as he•
talked. He was like a somnambulist..
I tried to stop him.
"Shut up, John. , . I must get it
clear. . . Oh, Beau; Beau! . I
did my best for you, old chap.
There was no horse, nor- spear, nor
shield to lay beside .you. But. I
put a dog at your feet though.
And, your rifle and bayonet was for
sword and . spear.:. ,
He must be going mad, I feared.
"A dog, old. chap? I said, trying to
1get him back to realities. "You are
'not getting it right, you know. .
"Yes, dog..', A dog at his feet.
A dog, lying crouching with his
head: beneath his heels..'.."
This: was getting` dreadful
"I did not carry it down, as I car-
ried Beau. I -took it by one foot and
dragged it down... ,"
"Lejaune?'." I whispered.
"Yes, John. Lejaunce-with your
bayonet through his heart. He won't
give dumb evidence against you—and
Beau had his 'Viking's Funeral' with
a dog at his feet, . ."
I thinlcI felt worse then than I had
felt since Michael died. I. gave Digby
a sharp nudge in the ribs with .my
elbows.
"Get on with it and don'f drivel,"
I said as tbuut h in anger. ,t
"'Where was I? said Digby, in the i
tone of a man waking fr rn a 'nap:
"Oh, yes.And when all was ready, t
John,` 1 sat and .talked to Beau and h
to
:d t i..r l.rnt 1 hadn't�-•�;
the fan i � •a
faintest t dc"c
to What he'd been up to in this i;luc
Water' bostnc:;s, but what I did know j t
was ,at, far frena being anything n
shady, it was something quixotic and u
noble. . . And' then what do yowl
think,I did, John? ' 1 fell asleep
men. . . 'Who else but you would
have treated Michael's body different-
ly from the others? As' I have told
you, I was mighty'anxious, coming
along, as to how you and Michael
were getting on, and whether we:
should be in time, and I had 'been
itching to get up on to the' roof while
de Beaujolais was being dramatic
with Ractignac. . , . You can guess
tow anxious 'I' was now. . . What
w•itli Michael's death and your 'disap-
pearance, .
"I could almost see you killing .Le-
aune, and, felt certain it was because
ie had killed Michael and tried to
til}. you fora, "that cursed 'diamond.'
I tell you I went dotty.
"'Anyhow—he shall have a "Vik-
ns;'s Funeral," ' I swore, and 'I be -
into I yelled the woitls at the top
of my. voice, 'and then I must Lind
r
You enc.• ,
3
know, it was al'-
r,•s Beau's c,mstant rr{,rry that ,
11)10 would COMC o, yon. It was the
regret of his lite, that he was respon-
- bac tor your bolting home. .
You young asd. 'Anyhow, uiy !
tit i rt as ,t,,, give hila a proper fun-
rid
un-
, ,1 and, then to follow You ni>. 1
or guessed that you had stuck there„ the
;elle survivor, until you saw de Beau-
jolais, and then slipped UVI.t 11tr wzcli.
":l'Itti;tt I heard someone scrambling
and scraping at the veal', climbing up,
a I. crept off and rushed` down be-
of dote, with the idea of hiding till I to;
a
chance to .set fire to the beastly
lis place, if 1 could do nothing better
Ott. fur Beau. .... sato tli' door of the
224 punishment cell standing open, and;
--w 1
slipped in there and hid behind the
door, There :was just room: foe rte,,
and I shouPd, never . be seen until
r%o someone came in and closed the dodr
of the cell—which wasn't likely to
es- happen for a long. while• .
of
"Soon I heard de 1.3eaujol:ass hawi-
ng out for me, and by the sound of
to his voice he wasn't much happier than
I
was. . , The eight upstairs was
enough to shake anybody's nerve, let
alone the puzzle of it ail, .. . . 13y
and by I heard him and the Sergeant
Major talking and hunting for me.
They actually looked,' into the cell
onee, gut it was obviously empty_.
besides being a -most unlikely place
far a soldier to shat himself. in volun-`
arily! , I gathered that old Du -
our
fwas oven less happy than . do
13eaajolais, who certainly wasn't en -
hying himself, . Presently they
wera away, and the place.became as
silent as the grave, It occurred to
1 ase
that whatever else they,made of it.
they meet be certain that Lejaune had
been killed by ane of his own viten and,
that the roan 'mast ' !nage bolted . If 1
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the attempt to get a camel. , ,
It was -extraordinarily silent.
It seemed impossible that the oasis:
lying there so blackand still wa
Y 6 t e , S
alive with armed men, Even the earn_
els and snnlres were behaving as
though aware that the night was un-
usual. Not a grunting:gurgle frons
the one or a whinnying bray from the.
other broke the brooding stillness of
•i. ri twondered. if everyman
the night, I a
had been made responsible for the
silence of his own animal, and had
nitizzled and `gagged it. I smiled at
the idea, Not a `light showed. Was
the idea to make the smouldering fort
a bait for the Arabs whom d -e Beau.
jolais would suppose to be in the
neighborhood—a, bait to attract them
to his lead -and -steel fanged trap? .
How would it be possible, after all,
for me to approach that silvered black
oasis, across the moonlit sands, with-
out being challenged, seized, and ex-
posed for what 1 was? I had antici-
pated approaching a normal, somno-
lent . camp—not a tensely watchful
lookout post, such as =the oasis had
become from the time Digby and I'
had fired our rifles. Would it be bet-
ter, after all, to sleep all night and
try ; to bluff the camel -guard en the'
morrow, when the whole' place would
be buzzing with life and activity? It,
seemed a poor look -out' anyway. And
how bitterly one would regret not
having made the atteempt on: foot, if
one were seized in the effort to take
a cannel, .
Having decided that . Digby had
slept for'' about a couple of hours, I
woke him up. "What about it, Dig?"
I said. -``Are we going - to have a shot
at getting.a cartel, or are we going
to march? We' must do, one or the
other, unless you think we - might do
any' good here by daylight. ...''
"Oh, quite," replied Digby.'"'I'm
sure you're right, John,"and went to
sleep again, in the act of speaking.
This was not exactly helpful, and I
was trying to make up my mind as to
whether I should give 'him another
hour, or knock him up again at once,
when I' saw two camel -riders' leave
:
the oasis. I rubbed' my eyes.
No. There was no doubt about- it,
A' patrol was going out, or dispatches.
wee being sent to Tokotu. Here
were two camtels. Two well-fed., well -
watered camels were coming towards
us. I did not for' one moment enter-
tain the thought of shooting their
riders, but I certainly toyed, for a mo-
ment with the idea of offering to fight
them, fair and square, for their beasts
!`
If we:won, we should ride off ,and
they would tramp back to the oasis.
If they won, they'd continue about
their business and we should be where
we were, . . A' silly notion. . . .
About two seconds after revealing
ourselves, ; we should be looking into
the muzzles of their rifles, and have
the option of death ' or . ignominious
capture. . . . Why should they fight
us? , , 'I Must . really pull myself to-
gether and remember who I was and.
where 1 was„. .
The camels drew nearer and I de-
tided, from their. direction, they were
on the way to Tokotu. 'I crawled.
along the valley at its base. Climbing
another hillock, I' saw that.a tepid -
ion of, the manouevre would brine,
nye on to their line. I did not know
what I was going to do when I got
here, but.I felt there would be. no
arm in trying to find out who they
were incl where they were going.. If
we fullc v,ed them ' and got a chance
o,
steal their cancels while they were
of too far' from the oasis to return
n foot, I had an Weil that -we alight
eke that chance. '1110 temptation
would, be very strong, as it was a
ntatter of life and death to us, while
o them it would be merely a matter
f a long day's march and a fearful'
11c of terrific combat with the horde
.
f Arabs tele, had shot their cant!::.
Suddenly ' a well-known voice rt.-
tarlcecl conversationally: "We :sure
otta pet them itigs wise, Buddy.
We,don' want nawlhen to' even-`
ooate to the pure e boobs through us :
of taking 'em by the hand. .
"Hank!" I yelped in glee and
hankfulness, and he aitcl l;ttdcly ten-
d their camels towards Inc.
r,
—and' slept 'till the evening. .. ,
"1 eras a bit mons my own man t
when I woke up. 1 swat up on tha 0
roof to •seewhat was doing. to
Creeping to the wail and peepii!.;.,
over, I saw the company was !,arty:!-
ins , and that I had cut it very fives n
I thanked God that 1 tad awakened g
in time, for in a few minutes they ,
would be marching in, ' to clean up t
and take over. 1 crept, back and set n
fire to Beau's funeral pyre. Then I
rushed off and poured a . can of oil, t
over the stile of benches and furniture e
that I had heaped up in the next
room. I set light to that and knocked a
another can over at the foot of the a
stairs. At the bottom of this, I did w
the same, and by that time it would in
have taken more water than 'there is
in the Sahara to put the place out. I
I decided that Beau's funeral to
was all right, the' evidence against w
you destroyed, and the time arrived d
for ire to clear out. ; . .”
He yawned prodigiously.
"So 1 carne to look for yotr, John. B
. To look for . , , for . . ." a
Digby was asleep, Should I go to k
sleep too? The temptation was sore,
But t felt that if we were to save 11
ourselves, -we insist do it at once, , We
could hardly hope to Ile there all to
night and escape detection in the
morning, when the 'place would he h
swanning with scouts and skirmish- "
ers, 1 deeideyd to watch for an Mous'
or two while poor Digby slept. At pl
the end of that time I would wake
him and, say that 1 was going to make 13
Here's one of the mystery boys,
nyhow," went on I-Innk, "I allowed
s how yowl be around somewheres
hen we see you all three gone iniss-
' from the old, home. , . "
'In a valley between two sand -hills,
H
and i'3ttdtiy brought their camels'
their knees and dismounted, Both
rung my hand in a painful and most
elightful manner.
"NO offence, and ekettsin' a person-
1 and . delikit question, Bo," said
uddy, "but Was it you as had the:
ccident with the cigar -lighter ,an'
finder caused arsonical proceediris''?"
"Sort of `arson about' with .matches
ke?" put in Hank solemnly..
"No," 1 said, "It was Digby set. Are
the fort."
"Then I would shore like to shake
im by the hand, eorne," said Ianie.
Is he around?"
allaying :a trap over there," 1 ase-
led,
"The other bright :boy too?" askcdgi
uddy. "Ant whete's Lejaune? Havin'
set .fire' tothehome, hey you taken
Foppa by the •ear an' led him out into
the ‘garden for to admire? . , „
As quickly ` aspossible ib him
q Y pons e I told sial
what had aappened—of Michael's
death and "funeral,"
"He was a shore white man, pard.
'Neff said," commented Hank.
"He isms al1swool-an'-a-yard-w.de,
Bo," said Buddy, and .I felt .that
chael might have had worse epito, .s
A brief ailence fell upon us. "Gee!"
said Harii after a,while. "Wouldn't it
jar you? It shore beats the, band.
Such nice quiet boys too—always be-
havin' like they was at a party, an'.
perlite as Ilei!—an' one of 'em kills
the Big, Noise an' the other sets the
whole gosh -dinged outfit afire an'
burns out the clod-gasted burg. .
Some boys, I allow.. , ."
I greatly feared that 'deeds of
g Y our
homicide and arson had raised us
higher in the estimatienof these good
inen than any number of pions acts
and gentle 'words could ever have
done. 'As 1 Ted the way to where I
had left Digby sleeping, I asked the
Americans where they were - going?
?
gog
"Wal -we was sorta sent lookin"
fer some nigs from Tokotu," replied.:
Hank. "Ole man Bojolly allows they'll;'
run into an Injun ambush if they
ain't put wise. We gotta warn them
there's Injuns about, fer all the loca-
tion's so'an
_quiet ' P eaceful-lookin'.
1
. , I wonder they didn't get you,
two boys. when they shot us up," he
added.
"We were the Arabs," I confessed
with modest pride.
"Gee!" admired Buddy. "Can you
beat it 1' . . I shore thought there
was thousands come gunnin' fer us.
.. Oh, boy! You quiet perlite young
guys. . Mother! . ,"
"How many guns di'd, you shoot
then?" enquired. Hank.
"Two," I replied. "Rapid fire. And
then the vedettes obligingly joined
in."
Buddy gave " a brief hard bark,
which may, or may not, have been
nict for laugir.
"anSunday pantslerof Holy' Moses!" lie
observed, 'Andthat1. i 'ofa
t son.
yl
skalds of tt Schneider, swore that he
sh. seven of you himself ---and the
restotof yott carried away their bodies
as he retired in good order! Thinks
he oug'hta get the n edaille tellitaire•
or spm-ethin', "
"Yep," confirmed Hank, `"an' ole
tean .1)upanloup estimates the lot that
was agwine ter rush the parade, where
be held 'em rip, at from, a hundred to
a hundred an' .fifty: He lost count of
the number 110 kilted—after 0 score
or so. . Gee! At them north out-
posts there was some, bloody battle,
son.. „
"And some bloody liars," observed
Buddy, who had sojourned in London,
1 had difficulty in awaking poor
Digby, but when ,he realised' that
Hank and Buddy were actually • pres-
ent in the flesh, he was soon very
much awake and .on_the spot.
"Say, boys," he went on, after
greeting them and hearing their tale
of the Battle of the Vedettes, "it's
a lot to ask, I know. But do you
think you could be attacked, like Du-
panloup, by
upanloup,by about a hundred and fifty
of us, and lose your 'camels?
They'd be shot beneath you, or on
top of you, if you' like,—while you
fought desperately—one to Seventy
five, isn't it? . You would have
peace with honor, and we'd have a
chance to save our lives. We don't
pretend that they're . very valuable,
but we've got something we really:
Thursday, Septen' ber 2gtlz, z
direction before we rode off.. , . 'The
Senegalese are safe enough. There
are no Arabs and no ambush,
h. ,
And we shnply shan't have it little
dog's chance without camels,"
"We want 'ern, 13o," replied Hank
with quiet finality.
"Shore," agreed buddy, ,eyeing
him,
I was surprised and disappointed.
Even more disappointed at the atti-
tude of my, friends than at the loss
of the camels.
"'Well—all right then! We won't
fight you for them," said Digby, "but
I wish it bad been someone else."
"1 don't get your drift. Snow again,
13o," said Buddy, who seemed pained.
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Mrs. Eli Jacques has returned from
London > after spending a week and ,
taking in the fair and visiting her
nephew and niece, Mr. and Mrs: John
Taylor.
must do for our brother. , , And Vina Carrick and her friend mot-
ored froni.Windsor'to her home here
and spent two weks. She returned to ,
Windsor Saturday by train.
Mr. Charles Dobbs, ; of Golden Val-
ley, Parry Sound, spent the week
with his aunt, Mrs. Robert Carrick,
and other friends.
I promised mother I'd bring the Ba-
by home," he added,' indicating me.
. "Fergit it, son," replied Hank to
Digby, but he looked at Buddy.
"Couldn't you possibly let us have
therm:??" I said. "If eye went a mile
or two further on, we cou'ld.kick up
a fearful row with our four rifles, and
ycould med-
al
yougo back and collect a mea
al when old Dupanloup gets his, .
Stroll ! home doing a rear -guard stunt,
and we'd pepper the scenery in your
George Moir slipped on the rear
steps of his home the' othermorning
and, falling on a water pipe, cut his
chest. VL1 a
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