Just before sundown, Colonel Le Clerq is standing on the battlement of Dini Salam again. He is looking through his binoculars and scans the area around the fort.
“What are your thoughts on this business, Petrof?” he asks, and then they watch the lonely Arab rider racing towards the fort out of the north again.
“It puzzles me, mon Colonel,” says the Russian, “That man is coming on so fast that I think it might be a messenger or somebody who is running from something.”
mon Colonel“That is what worries me. It could be an Arab coming to relay the news that he had seen D’Arlan and his columns in the desert.”
“But why would he be alone then, mon Colonel?”
mon Colonel“Maybe he was part of a patrol. D’Arlan could have killed the rest, and he got away. Something funny is going on… look how he
