"Of course, old boy. I'd hardly bring the opposition down on us, would
I?"
"Where are they?"
"In a couple of hovercraft, similar to your own, possibly twenty
kilometers to the southwest."
"You still haven't told us how you found us?"
The little man shrugged. "After tendering my resignation to Sir
Winton, I considered the possibilities, which narrowed down very
quickly when I heard the Arab Legion had taken Tamanrasset."
"Why?" Isobel said.
Donaldson shot a glance at her. "Because, my dear, unless El Hassan is
able to retake Tamanrasset, his movement has come a cropper." He
turned his eyes back to Crawford, who was nervously running his hand
through his hair. "I knew you had done considerable work in this area,
so your whereabouts became obvious seeing that Tamanrasset is in
Tuareg country. It was simply a matter of finding what Tuareg
encampment was your base, and since your quickest manner of gathering
support would be to swing the Amenokal to your banner, I headed for
his usual encampment this time of year."
Cliff looked at Homer Crawford. "If Rex found us so easily, so will
anybody else."
Isobel put in. "Not necessarily. Mr. Donaldson has information that
most of El Hassan's opponents wouldn't."
* * * * *
Homer came to his feet unhappily and began pacing. "No, Isobel.
Ostrander, for instance, has all the dope Rex has and is just as
capable of working it through to a conclusion. It takes no great
insight to realize El Hassan has to either put up or shut up when it
comes to Tamanrasset. That's possibly why some of the other elements
interested in North Africa have so far refrained from action against
the Arab Union. They want to see what El Hassan is going to do--find
out just what he has on the ball."