It wasn't more than two hundred yards to the top of a gentle rise, over which we disappeared from view; and just as we bumped over it I wrenched out the white tablecloth in which Rene's chicken and stuff was wrapped and waved it violently.
Then, Lord, what a sight! Below us, sheltered between two flanking hillocks, was about a division of Feisul's Arab infantry, packing up sulkily, preparing to follow the retreat.

It was a safe bet the French didn't know they were there, and I dare say the same thought occurred to every one of us the same instant.

Mabel thought of it.

I know I did.
But Jeremy voiced it first, heeling his horse up beside us.
"What do you say, Jim?
I bet you I can rally that gang.

Shall I lead 'em and lick hell out of the Algies ?" But Grim shook his head.
"You might, but the game is to pull the plug properly.