I said to the Englishman:
"Let us halt, eat, and drink; we shall then be better able to fight, if
fighting should be necessary."
"That is right," replied the corporal; "we will finish all our
provisions and all the water, even madame's."
"Yes," I said; "we shall soon have as much as we need, or we shall need
nothing."
We dismounted, divided the scanty remains of the food into four equal
portions, and all ate slowly and enjoyingly. Then we drank all the
water left in Giulia's bottle, sharing it as fairly as we could when we
had no measure and had to guess at the total amount and then at each
one's share. As for the little stock of brandy and water, that, on
Mac's suggestion, was to be kept until we were nearer the caravan and,
therefore, nearer the fight that might ensue. Giulia would take none,
but we others were very glad we had it, not that we wanted brandy to
nerve us for the fray, but a little does one no harm just before the
beginning of an engagement. After the meal we filled our pipes and lit
them with one of the few matches that Mac had in his pockets when we
came away from the cantonment, then we mounted again, and rode slowly
towards the point where we had resolved to strike the path of the
caravan.
As we went along we observed that it was not a large company, and this
made us naturally glad. We only hoped now that there might be many
women and children and slaves; if so, our chances of success either
by fair means or by foul would be vastly increased. Very soon we saw
a couple of camels with riders coming towards us, and we knew that we
had been observed and that our friends of the caravan were curious to
find out the meaning of our little party traversing the desert. The
camelmen rode up to within easy range, but it was not our business to
begin a fight. We did not even call out to them; it was better, as the
corporal said, to let them go back and report, and then we should see
what the main body would do. When the Arabs, for such they evidently
were, had observed us closely for some minutes they turned and rode
back upon their comrades. These had halted, and as we were now in full
view we halted too. As we dismounted the corporal said:
"Now for the last drink."
"Not the last, I hope," said Mac.
"Oh, who the devil knows and who the devil cares?" answered the
Englishman. Then, as if ashamed of showing any emotion, he went on: "I
beg your pardon, I could not help speaking so hastily just now; I am
irritable, but I promise you I shall be cool enough in the fight."
"Oh, it's all right," replied Mac; "I've often been a bit hasty myself."
Giulia, scarcely understanding, looked at me with a puzzled air. When I
smiled at her she smiled back at me, her confidence restored.
When we had drunk the brandy and water I asked the corporal whether or
not we should fight the desert Arabs as we had fought the spahis.
"Certainly yes," he replied; "we did well in the rehearsal, may we not
hope to do even better now?"
"I think so," I answered; "you see it is no longer a plan; it is now,
as it were, a piece of drill that we have learned."
"Yes," said Mac; "we can go through it now as a soldier goes through
the bayonet exercise; yes, let us fight as we fought before."
"If the battle does not go well," said Giulia, "you must not forget
me."
"But no," I answered her, "but no; that is the one thing that we others
are always thinking about. You must be saved, even though safety lay
only in death."
"But the work must be done thoroughly," she insisted.
"Madame need not fear," said the corporal, speaking in a low voice;
"even were I in my death agony, I should have strength enough left to
kill."
"So should I," said Mac, "but I'd be sorry all the same." I was about
to speak, but Giulia put her finger on my lips, and said:
"I am well content, I am almost happy."
Very soon a number of men, some on camels, others on horses, rode out
from the caravan towards us. Our horses were hobbled, as we preferred
to fight on foot. We were infantrymen by training, and, even had we
been of the cavalry, we could get no good from our chargers after the
long journey without food or water. When we ranged ourselves in open
order the oncoming Arabs halted, and evidently consulted together.
After a few moments of deliberation they divided into two parties, each
about half-a-dozen strong, and prepared to attack us on both flanks.
When the party on the right came within long range Mac called out:
"Am I to fire, corporal?"
"Yes; when you think you can hit man or camel or horse," replied the
Englishman.
Almost immediately afterwards Mac fired, but no result seemed to follow
the shot. He fired a second time, and brought down a man who was riding
on a camel somewhat in advance of the others, brandishing a lance. A
hurried volley came towards us now, but the range was too great for
their guns, and we did not even hear the whistle of the bullets. The
corporal and I had already begun to fire on the party approaching our
left, and very soon a hot fusilade was going on. Luckily for us our
opponents did not attempt to charge; they foolishly depended on their
fire arms, with the result that we had emptied three saddles before
their bullets began to hiss past our ears. When at last their bullets
began to be unpleasantly perceptible the nearest Arab was full 300
yards away, and not one of us had been touched. We were now warming to
the work, and at such a range in so clear an atmosphere it was easy for
our rifles to tell. Not more than a dozen shots had whizzed past our
heads when the Arabs were forced to retire, leaving five men on the
plain, while two camels sprawling on the ground and two horses standing
shivering with hanging heads told us that the animals had suffered as
well as the men. As the Arabs galloped away we fired once or twice at
their backs, but it is very hard for a soldier to hit a horse or a man
going away from him.
We came together for a council of war. We at length decided to give
them half-an-hour to recommence the attack; if they did not assail us
again within that time, or if they should continue their journey, we
were then to assault the caravan. The plain fact was that we had to get
possession of the caravan; if we did not, our horses would fail, and
we, on foot in the desert, should have no chance of saving our lives.
Moreover, we felt justified in acting as highway robbers, for the Arabs
had deliberately halted, and then sallied forth to take our lives,
so as to possess themselves of our horses and arms. For me there was
another thought: if the fight had gone against us, as it might easily
have done if the Arabs had had sense enough to scatter and then to come
straight home in a charge, Giulia would have had to die. There was no
other resource. We Europeans could not endure the thought that a woman
of our own blood, of our own colour, of our own ideas, should become
the slave of a Bedouin of the desert.
We did not have to wait long. Ten men, five on camels, five on
horseback, rode out from the caravan and started in a headlong charge
against us. They began to gallop at a very long distance off, and this
was lucky for us, for when the horses arrived at our position they were
quite blown. Our rifles spoke quickly and well. There was no aiming at
individuals, all we tried to do was to put as many bullets as we could
into the moving mass before it could reach our bayonets. We were in
close order now, with Giulia in the rear. In spite of all our efforts
the Arabs reached the spot where we were, but neither horse nor camel
would come upon the steel. All swerved aside, and the Arabs, firing
from the backs of their animals, tried to shoot us down. But our rifles
were better, far better, and we were steady as rocks upon the ground.
Moreover, Giulia's revolvers were emptied, all save one chamber, and
that was kept for herself. I cannot tell about my comrades, except that
each did his duty, but I can tell what happened to myself. An Arab
mounted on a camel tried to reach me with his spear; I lunged at his
camel's snout, and got my bayonet well home. The terrified animal drew
back, and as it did so I shot its rider dead. A second Arab, who had
dismounted, or whose horse had been shot, came at me with a scimitar.
But it was of no use; the long rifle and bayonet got in twice--once, as
I had been taught long before, on the face, the second time full in the
region of the heart. That ended my fighting for the day. The attack was
over. One Arab was galloping away, but not so fast that a bullet from
Mac's rifle could not reach him; two or three wounded who were trying
to go off were soon settled by the English corporal and myself. We had
no mercy in our hearts; they would not give us quarter, and we would
give none to them. Not a man of the ten who attacked us escaped, and
had a hundred others been in our power at the time we should have slain
them all.
It was now our turn to attack. We mounted our horses, having first
freed them from their hobbles, and advanced as quickly as the poor
brutes could move towards the place where the caravan lay. When we
came within about 500 yards of it three or four Arabs opened fire. Mac
and the English corporal dismounted and returned the fire with success.
After a few shots two of the Arabs fell, and then the shooting ceased.
An old man, evidently a sheik, came forward with his hands raised above
his head and spoke to us in Arabic. The corporal knew a few words of
the language, and told him that we wanted water and food. When the
sheik heard this he offered us all that the caravan had of what we
required, and begged us to spare the lives of all who surrendered.
This we promised to do, and in a quarter of an hour we were furnished
with four fresh saddle-horses and two others for burden, with enough
of food to last a fortnight, and a fair supply of water. We left the
horses that had hitherto borne us to the beaten party; they were worn
out, and, besides, they bore the stamp of the French Government. We
took clothing also from four of the dead men, and afterwards found an
opportunity of changing our uniform--of course, only kepi, tunic, and
trousers--for an attire more befitting the desert and, therefore, less
noticeable in it. Even Giulia, the while we turned our backs, put on an
Arab dress, and many merry compliments we paid her about it.
When we left the caravan we pushed south at full speed for
half-an-hour. Then turning to the west we went on at a fairly quick
pace for more than two hours. As we might by that time consider that we
had reached a place of comparative safety we halted for a rest. We had
made a good meal of dates, bread and water after seizing the caravan,
and so felt no hunger, but we soldiers--pretended Arabs I suppose we
ought to call ourselves now--were glad to fill our pipes and talk over
the two excellent fights we had made, for liberty first, and then for
life. But we did not halt long; we had still to go farther west, and
then to turn our horses' heads north for Morocco. This dangerous way
through savage Sahara and almost as savage Morocco was for us the one
way of escape, the one way of safety, the one way that would bring
us back to civilisation and to happiness. Yet, dangerous as it was,
we were filled with high hopes of success. All our undertakings had
prospered, somehow or other; each one felt that there was no danger in
the world that he and his good comrades could not overcome. And I am
the sole survivor--but why should I anticipate?
For three days we travelled due west, caring our horses and sparing
our supplies. Then we came upon an oasis, at which we refilled our
water bottles. Luckily, there was not a soul at it or in sight, for we
had no desire, now that we were sufficiently well equipped with all
that we wanted, to try conclusions again with the fighting men of the
desert. Our only wish at the time was to travel without attracting the
observation of any. Then we turned towards the north-west and went
slowly and cautiously along. We knew that soon we should be in the
land of the Moors, but we were not so foolish as to believe that we
should find a settled government there. We were quite well aware that
most of the tribes south of the Atlas Mountains yield obedience only
to their own chiefs, but we had no fear of the agricultural people.
The only ones likely to attack us were the nomadic Arabs, and most
of these would be left behind by us along with the desert. One must
remember that in the Sahara there is but one law, the law of force, the
plunderer of to-day is often the plundered of to-morrow. Where all are
robbers, robbery is no reproach. In Morocco, however, even south of the
Atlas Mountains, people have settled down in villages, poor and dirty
it is true, but still homes. Where men have houses, ploughs, and oxen
they begin to be civilised, and one may generally pass along without
molestation. One must pay his way, of course, and we had money enough
to do that, as Giulia had taken all her savings with her. True, our
money might excite their cupidity, but then we need never show much
at a time, and we presented all the appearance of a party that could
defend its possessions. The English corporal and Mac did look really
formidable; their beards had not been shaved since we came away, and I
in fun nicknamed Mac the "hirsute tiger" and the corporal the "shaggy
lion." They laughed at the names and at one another, and when the jest
was explained to Giulia she laughed too, but not, as I noticed, with
the same heartiness as of old. Poor girl! she was not at all well. Her
strength was reduced, and the troubles, the anxieties, the privations
of her life in the desert, following upon her agony before and during
my trial, were beginning to tell seriously upon her, and I could do
nothing to spare her in the least!
As we were riding along together one day the corporal said--in English,
so that Giulia might not understand:
"It is all very well for you, Jean--you ought to be happy because you
have escaped death--but what are Mac and I to do if we ever escape from
the desert?"
I did not say anything in reply, but Mac spoke.
"I am satisfied if I can get home to Ireland once more; once there I
will think twice before again becoming an exile."
"Very good," answered the corporal; "but I have no home to go to."
"Can you not go to the United States," I asked, "and make a new home
there?"
"Yes, yes, I have thought of that; but----"
He said no more, and we all rode silently on for a time.
That night, when Mac called me for my turn of guard, he said:
"Did you notice how queer the corporal was to-day?"
"Oh yes; and so did Giulia. She asked me if there was anything wrong,
and I knew not what to tell her."
"Ma foi," said Mac, "I see trouble ahead. Believe me, there will be at
least one more fight, and 'twill be for the corporal's satisfaction
this time."
"I can't help it," I replied; "he fought for me, and if he wants me
I'll fight for him."
"So will I," answered Mac. "Good night."
About two days afterwards we came to a little village, and boldly
demanded food, water and lodging. We promised to pay for all we got,
but we took care to drive a hard bargain, so that they might think us
poorer than we were. People will tell you about Arabian and Moorish and
Turkish hospitality, but then these have never been with Arabs or Moors
or Turks; if they had been, they would know that such hospitality has
its price and that the price is limited by two things only--the wealth
and the cunning of the purchaser. Of course, we kept the usual watches
that night; we thought we were safe, but one can never be safe enough.
Next morning we got ready to depart. Giulia, Mac, and I had gone
slightly in advance, Mac and I leading the horses that carried our
supplies. The corporal was last. Suddenly we heard a woman's cry, then
a loud oath and a shriek, and, looking back, we saw the Englishman
lifting an Arab, or rather a Berber, woman to his saddle. Just as he
succeeded a native rushed at him with a spear and stabbed him twice
in the side. The corporal let go his hold of the woman and tried to
unsling his rifle, but was unable to do so before the Berber thrust
at him again, and brought him heavily to the ground. I had meanwhile
dropped the bridle of the horse that I was leading and turned back.
My rifle was unslung in a moment, and I fired at almost point-blank
range at the Berber, just as he was preparing to drive his weapon home
again in the body of my prostrate comrade. He flung up his arms and
stumbled forward, tripping over the corporal. I rode back to help the
Englishman, but it was too late; he was dead. Meanwhile shots began to
fly round us; all the villagers were aroused by the outcry and the
report of my rifle. Mac shouted to me to come away; there was no hope
save in instant flight. I turned again, and regained Giulia's side,
only to find that the pack-horses had stampeded. Mac fired at the crowd
of natives, with what success I know not, and then the three of us
galloped away at top speed, followed as we went by a dropping fire.
When we had got about half-a-mile from the village we looked back,
and saw we were pursued. Six or eight Berbers were on our trail, and
were evidently determined to take vengeance on us for the corporal's
rashness. Our horses were quite fresh, and we pushed on, as it would
not do to fight too near their village, for then they might be so
reinforced that all hope of success on our part would disappear. If we
could only get the half-dozen or so that followed us sufficiently far
away we could enter into a fight with confidence. We had the European's
usual contempt for savages, and our two previous fights had given us
a wonderful amount of faith in ourselves and our weapons. True our
fighting power had been much diminished by the death of the Englishman,
for the loss of one rifle was serious in so small a band; but, even
so, Mac and I were quite sure that we could first stall off the grand
attack, and then inflict such damage on our opponents that they, or
what was left of them, would be glad enough to retire.
We had gone thus about five or six miles when Mac called to Giulia and
me to pull up. "No," I shouted; "let us press on a little farther."
Mac shook his head. I saw that he was very pale; the fear that another
comrade was passing away took instant possession of my heart. When we
halted the pursuing Berbers were not more than half-a-mile away; they
were six in number, and kept close together.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"I was hurt," Mac replied, "in the firing at the village, and I could
not go farther at that pace."
"Where did you get it?"
"In the right side." And he held his hands pressed upon his body just
above the right groin.
"It is all right," he went on. "I can get through this fight, but
after----" He stopped, smiled feebly, and shook his head. In a moment I
had taken off his belt, opened his clothes, and looked for the wound.
It was a small one, just a little hole in the side, with scarcely any
outflow of blood. This made me serious. I had often seen similar ones,
and I knew, as all soldiers do, that the wound that does not bleed
outwardly bleeds inwardly, and is the most dangerous for the sufferer
and the most difficult for the surgeon.
"Never mind," said Mac; "you can do nothing--at least you cannot until
we have beaten off these rascals. Do not weep, petite," he said to
Giulia; "I now repay you for all your kindness to me when my pay was
stopped."
This only made Giulia weep all the more. Poor girl, it was for her a
morning of tribulation.
But the work had to be done. We all lay down close together, and as
soon as the Berbers came within easy range Mac and I opened fire.
The fight was like both the others, except that these Berbers, being
village-bred agriculturists, did not try to charge us with so much
resolution as either the spahis or the Bedouins. They fired upon us for
some time, but Mac and I were too well armed to mind much the popping
of their guns, and when we had shot three men and a couple of horses
the survivors withdrew. Then Mac insisted that we should mount and go
forward again, because, as he truly said, if others came up they might
attack us in that place, but the sight of their dead comrades would
scarcely impel them to pursue. Giulia and I could not deny this. It was
apparent that the best chance of safety lay in leaving the field to
the dead and making good our retreat before the Berbers learned that
another man of ours had been placed _hors de combat_. Nevertheless, it
was with heavy hearts that we remounted. It pained Giulia and myself to
see the changed look in our good comrade's eyes; his forced smile made
us sad, for the thought crossed our minds that soon we should be alone
together in a savage land, without a friend, and almost without hope.