man and beast that
the general began to fear that, if an attack should be made by the enemy
at that time, the greater part of the transport would have to be
sacrificed. The force was therefore halted a second time, and the
generals again met to consult.
They were very unwilling to give in. Another effort to advance was
made, but things grew worse and worse. The day, as Moses remarked, was
boiling red-hot! The carts with the heavy water-tanks sank deep in the
soft sand; many of the camels' loads fell off, and these had to be
replaced. Replacing a camel's load implies prevailing on a hideously
tall and horribly stubborn creature to kneel, and this in the centre of
a square which was already blocked up with carts and animals, as well as
shouting, angry, and exhausted drivers!
At last it became evident that further progress that day was out of the
question. The rear face of Hudson's square was obliterated by the
straggling and struggling multitude; camels and loads were down in all
directions, and despair of maintaining their formation was settling down
on all ranks.
In these circumstances it became absolutely necessary to halt and form
their zerebas where they stood--and that without delay. The best place
they could find was selected. The European square formed a guard, while
the rest threw off jackets, and, with axes and choppers, went to work
with a will. Some cut down bushes, some filled sandbags to form a
breastwork for guns and ammunition, and others erected the bushy walls
of their woodland fortification. The Lancers covered about three miles
of country as scouts. Hudson--who had to return to Suakim that night
before dark--was ordered, with three regiments in line and advanced
files, to cover McNeill and the working-party, while the commander
himself went about encouraging the tired men, and urging them to
increased exertion.
While the soldiers of all arms were thus busily engaged, a body of
sailors was ordered to run one of their Gardner guns up to the corner of
the square where Miles and Armstrong stood. They halted close to them,
and then Miles became aware that one of the nautical gunners was no
other than Jack Molloy.
"Hallo, Jack! Why, you've got a knack of turning up unexpectedly
everywhere!" he exclaimed, when his friend was at leisure.
"That's wery much your own case," retorted the seaman heartily. "What
brought _you_ here?"
Miles slapped one of his legs by way of indicating the
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