'I say, have you got your mules ready?' It was the voice of the subaltern over his shoulder.
'My man's looking after them. The—the fact is I've a touch of ophthalmia and I can't see very well'
'By Jove! that's bad. You ought to lie up in hospital for a while. I've had a turn of it myself. It's as bad as being blind.'
'So I find it. When does this armoured train go?'
'At six o'clock. It takes an hour to cover the seven miles.'
'Are the Fuzzies on the rampage—eh?'
'About three nights a week. 'Fact is I'm in acting command of the night-train. It generally runs back empty to Tanai for the night.'
'Big camp at Tanai, I suppose?'
'Pretty big. It has to feed our desert-column somehow.'
'Is that far off?'
'Between thirty and forty miles—in an infernal thirsty country.'
'Is the country quiet between Tanai and our men?'
'More or less. I shouldn't care to cross it alone, or with a subaltern's command for the matter of that, but the scouts get through in some extraordinary fashion.'
