Whitelam was correct. Even in darkness, the trail was easy to follow, with the camels having churned up the dry ground and left plenty other evidence of their passing.
"Sir," Mahoney said. "We"ll slow you down. Leave Riley and me behind. We"ll look after each other."
Logan glared at Jack. "I"m not leaving Riley behind."
"Nor am I," Jack assured him. However, he agreed that Mahoney had a point. Carrying a doolie and helping the injured Riley was slowing them down. "O"Neill!"
"Sir."
"Take Batoor and run ahead. Find our camels, find out how many men we"re up against and report back to me."
"Yes, sir," O"Neill said.
With O"Neill"s dust receding in the distance, Jack pushed on with the remainder of his party.
Within an hour, they found a village, shuddering under the relentless onslaugh
