That's the nearest British territory." "I wish they'd come within machine-gun fire!" growled the major, blowing smoke.
"Still, we've got lots of room to maneuver," the chief continued.
"We're heading due east now," with a glance at the wall-compass and large-scale chart of Northern Africa.

"We're now between Mauretania and Southern Algeria, bound for Fezzan, the Libyan Desert, and Nubia on the Red Sea.

That is a clear reach of more than three thousand miles of solid desert." "Oh, we're all right, as long as we stay in the desert," Bohannan affirmed.

"But they'll be watching for us, all right, when we try to leave.

It's all British territory to the east of us, from Alexandria down to Cape Town.