The Lost Oasis by Robeson Kenneth

Author:Robeson, Kenneth [Dent, Lester Bernard]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Adventure
Publisher: Distributed Proofreaders Canada
Published: 1933-03-30T05:00:00+00:00

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Well along in the afternoon, Doc came to the cup of a valley in which the dirigible lay.

Encircling the depression, and at a distance of perhaps a mile, guards were stationed. They were not many rods apart. This meant a considerable force of men were present.

Doc studied the guards with no little interest. They were natives—of Africa, he concluded—for the most part. Great, strapping fellows! Nearly all bore scars. Fighting men! And cruel men, judging from their features.

They were armed with the latest automatic rifles, and handled the weapons as if they knew very well how to use them.

There was a regular sentry system, with a roundsman visiting each man at short intervals.

“Opaf! Dur!” the watchmen challenged each sound. “Imshi! Yallah!”

The words were Egyptian for the military commands of halt, and move forward. These fellows apparently knew no English.

Doc crept past them. With an aboriginal stealth, he glided forward. Rarely was he visible amid the brush. And seldom did a leaf flutter because of his passing.

His progress was almost magical in its quiet. Doc had devoted study to this business of stalking; he had observed the great predatory creatures of the jungle, masters of the hunt.

He was soon ensconced in a cluster of evergreen seedlings, looking out upon the glade where the airship was moored.

The craft was the Aëromunde, the vanishing of which had become one of the aërial mysteries of all time. The name and identification numbers had been daubed over with aluminum paint, but from close range, they could be discerned still.

ZX 03! The Aëromunde!

Lady Nelia Sealing could be seen in the control cabin. She was seated, evidently, at a chart table. But she arose from time to time and paced nervously. Doc perceived she was chained to a girder. The chain was light, and fastened about her neck—slave fashion!

Yuttal and Hadi-Mot appeared. They rambled about, giving orders, always together. It was apparent, however, that Yuttal possessed the greater authority.

There was no sign of the sinister wicker basket.

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