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Updated: May 19, 2025
John and Mitchinson and get them to send to Forza. Do you see?" Lewis had taken out a pencil and began to sketch a rough plan on George's shirt cuff. "This will give you an idea of the place. You can look up a bigger map in the hotel, and Thwaite or any one will give you directions about the road. There's Forza, and there are the Khautmis about twenty miles west.
Mitchinson moistened his dry lips and filled his lungs with the cold, fresh air. "That," he said slowly, "is the morning report of the last outpost of the Empire, and by the grace of God it's 'All's well." "Gad a troop shall overcome him, but he shall overcome at the last." Lewis peered into the gorge and saw only a thin darkness.
One of our planes they had been marvels all day, swinging down like hawks for machine-gun bouts with the Boche infantry reported that Mitchinson was attacking hard and getting on well.
Better take the servants and send them before you while you work the telegraph. I suppose they're trustworthy. Get them to warn Mitchinson and St. John. They must light the fires on the hills and collect all the men they can spare to hold the road. Of course it's a desperate venture. We'll probably all be knocked on the head, but we must risk it.
Afraid this is going to be our own private show. Where's Haystoun?" George nodded back to the fire in the hollow, and the tent beside it. "There, I expect, sleeping. He's dog-tired, and he always was a very cool hand in a row. He'll be wakened soon enough, poor chap." "You're sure he can't tell us anything?" "Nothing. He told me all. Better let him be." Mitchinson came up with the rearguard.
Mitchinson was to follow with the rest and light the fires; meantime, they must get to Nazri, in case the march should forestall them. St. John was cursing his ill-luck. Two hours earlier and they might have held the distant cleft in the hills, and, if they were doomed to perish, have perished to some purpose.
If I don't turn up, you go off to Khautmi next morning at daybreak and give them my message. If I can't come myself I'll find a way to send word; but if you don't hear from me it will be fairly serious, for it will mean that the rising is a formidable thing after all. And that, of course, will mean trouble for everybody all round. In that case you'd better do what St. John and Mitchinson tell you.
Mitchinson told me afterwards that with a face grey from pain he drew for him a sketch of our position and told him exactly how near we were to our end ... After that he asked to be sent back to me, and they got him down to Loisy in a crowded ambulance, and then up to us in a returning empty.
I turned to Wake, and his calm eyes pulled me together. 'If they can't retake that ground, we're fairly carted, I said. 'We are. Therefore they must retake it. 'I must get on to Mitchinson. But as I spoke I realized the futility of a telephone message to a man who was pretty hard up against it himself. Only an urgent appeal could effect anything ... I must go myself ... No, that was impossible.
The time was past for argument. I scribbled a line to Mitchinson as his credentials. No more was needed, for Wake knew the position as well as I did. I sent an orderly to accompany him to his starting-place on the bank. 'Goodbye, he said, as we shook hands. 'You'll see, I'll come back all right. His face, I remember, looked singularly happy.
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