We were stuck in the middle of Asia Minor with no means of conveyance, for to get a new axle there was as likely as to find snowballs on the Congo.

It was all but dark and there was no time to lose.

I got out the petrol tins and spare tyres and cached them among some rocks on the hillside.

Then we collected our scanty baggage from the derelict Studebaker.

Our only hope was Hussin.