Part 10 (2/2)

He clicked the set off and then looked down at it. His dour face broke into a rare grin. ”Now there's an ambition I've had for donkey's years,” he said aloud. ”To hang up on a really big mucky-muck.”

IV

Following the attack of the unidentified rocketcraft, El Ha.s.san's party was twice again nearly flushed by reconnoitering planes of unknown origin. They weren't making the time they wanted.

Beneath a projecting rock face over a gravel bottomed wadi, the two hover-lorries were hidden, whilst a slow-moving helio-jet made sweeping, high-alt.i.tude circlings above them.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

The six stared glumly upward.

Cliff Jackson who was on the radio called out, ”I just picked him up.

He's called in to Fort Lamy reporting no luck. His fuel's running short and he'll be knocking off soon.”

Homer Crawford rapped, ”What language?”

”French,” Cliff said, ”but it's not his. I mean he's not French, just using the language.”

Bey's face was as glum as any and there was a tic at the side of his mouth. He said now, ”We've got to come up with something. Sooner or later one of them will spot us and this next time we won't have any fantastic breaks like Homer being able to knock him off with a Tommy-Noiseless. He'll drop a couple of neopalms and burn up a square mile of desert including El Ha.s.san and his whole crew.”

Homer looked at him. ”Any ideas, Bey?”

”No,” the other growled.

Homer Crawford said, ”Any of the rest of you?”

Isobel was frowning, bringing something back. ”Why don't we travel at night?”

”And rest during the day?” Homer said.

Kenny said, ”Parking where? We just made it to this wadi. If we're caught out in the dunes somewhere when one of those planes shows up, we've had it. You couldn't hide a jackrabbit out there.”

But Bey and Homer Crawford were still looking at Isobel.

She said, ”I remember a story the Tuaregs used to tell about a raid some of them made back during the French occupation. They stole four hundred camels near Timbuktu one night and headed north. The French weren't worried. The next morning, they simply sent out a couple of aircraft to spot the Tuareg raiders and the camels. Like Kenny said, you couldn't hide a jackrabbit in dune country. But there was nothing to be seen. The French couldn't believe it, but they still weren't really worried. After all a camel herd can travel only thirty or so miles a day. So the next day the planes went out again, circling, circling, but they still didn't spot the thieves and their loot, nor the next day. Well, to shorten it, the Tuareg got their four hundred camels all the way up to Spanish Rio de Oro where they sold them.”

She had their staring attention. ”How?” Elmer blurted.

”It was simple. They traveled all night and then, at dawn, buried the camels and themselves in the sand and stayed there all day.”

Homer said, ”I'm sold. Boys, I hope you're in physical trim because there's going to be quite a bit of digging for the next few days.”

Cliff groaned. ”Some Minister of the Treasury,” he complained. ”They give him a shovel instead of a bankbook.”

Everyone laughed.

Bey said, ”Well, I suppose we stay here until nightfall.”

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