Chapter 8TORTURE
Karima turned her big grey stallion around and with her small group of personal bodyguards galloped at the Arabs who immediately made way for her. She rode towards the gorge in the mountains.
D’Arlan commanded his men to fall in and then marched them between the Arabs, not like prisoners of war, but like men who knew what they wanted and how they were going to get it.
“Mes amis,” said the captain, walking straight up like a ramrod in front of his men. “The time has come to think, clearly and logically. It is free for any man in this column to devise a plan of escape. And escape we must, that is if we don’t want to perish from the radioactive rays in this so-called uranium mine. If anyone has a plan, I’d love to hear it when we’re alone.”
These words of the brave little
