‘Yallah!’ I heard the Caravasan shouting in the distance. ‘Let’s get out of here or we will be trapped.’
The Irishman pulled out his rifle and took aim at one of the bandits crouching among the rocks when a merchant put his hand on the firearm making him lower it. ‘If you shoot now, it will cause a great stampede.’
Roger stopped, but rocks continued to fall. In the distance we saw that only some of the carts had managed to cross the gorge. One of the stones fell onto the canvas of a fast-moving cart causing it to collapse and block the way for the rest.
At that point I picked up my rifle and told the Irishman to follow me. We ran to the Caravasan three carts further ahead from ours.
‘We have to defend ourselves until someone moves that cart out of the way!’
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