The greatest peril of all was that some news of the wreck might reach Rio de Oro and be wirelessed to civilization. That would inevitably mean ruin. Either it would bring an air-squadron swooping down, or battle-ships would arrive.
The Master labored doggedly to get his neutralizing apparatus effectively operating once more; and besides this, he spent hours locked in his cabin, working on other apparatus the nature of which he communicated to no one. But the Legion knew that nothing could save them from long-range naval guns, if that kind of attack should develop. They needed no urging to put forth stern, unceasing energies.
Twice smoke on the horizon raised the alarm; but nothing came of it.
With great astuteness the Master had the wireless put in shape, at once, and sent out three messages at random, on two successive days.
These messages stated that _Nissr_ had been sighted in flames and falling, in North lat.i.tude 19, 35"; longitude 28, 16", or about two hundred and fifty miles north-west of the Cape Verdes; that wreckage from her had been observed somewhat south of that point; and that bodies floating in vacuum-belts had been recovered by a Spanish torpedo-boat.
No answer came in from any of these messages; but there was always an excellent chance that such misinformation would drag a red herring across the trail of pursuit.
Men never slaved as the Legionaries did, especially toward the end.
The last forty-eight hours, the Master inst.i.tuted night work. The men paused hardly long enough to eat or sleep, but s.n.a.t.c.hed a bite when they could, labored till they could do no more, and then dropped in their places and were dragged out of the way so that others could take hold. Some fell asleep with tools in hand, stricken down as if by apoplexy.
The Master had wisely kept the pace moderate, at first, but had speeded up toward the end. None grew more haggard, toil-worn, or emaciated than he. With blistered hands, sweat-blinded eyes, parched mouths and fevered souls these men fought against all the odds of destiny. Half naked they strove, oppressed by heat, sun, flies, thirst, exhaustion. Tobacco was their only stay and solace. The Master, however, only chewed khat leaves; and as for "Captain Alden,"
she toiled with no stimulant.
It was 7:33, on the morning of the sixth day, that Frazier--now chief engineer--came to the Master, as he was working over some complex bit of mechanism in his cabin. Frazier saluted and made announcement:
"I think we can make a try for it now, sir." Frazier looked white and wan, shaking, hollow-eyed, but a smile was on his lips. "Two engines are intact. Two will run half-speed or a little better, and one will do a little."
"One remains dead?"
"Yes, sir. But we can repair that on the way. Rudders and propellers will do. Helicopters O.K."
"And floats?"
"Both aft floats repaired, sir. One is cut down a third, and one a half, but they will serve."
"How about petrol?" the Master demanded. "We have only that one aft starboard tank, now, not over three-quarters full."
"There"s a chance that will do till we can run down a caravan along the Red Sea, carrying petrol to Suakin or Port Sudan. So there"s a fighting hope--if we can raise ourselves out of this sand that clings like the devil himself. It"s lucky, sir, we jettisoned those stores.
Wind and current brought some of them back, anyhow. If they"d stayed in the storeroom they"d have all been burned to a crisp."
"Yes, yes. You think, then, we can make a start?" The Master put his apparatus into the desk-drawer and carefully locked it. He stood up and tightened his belt a notch.
"We can try, sir," Frazier affirmed grimly. Unshaven, haggard, dirty, and streaked with sweat, he made a strange figure by contrast with the trim, military-looking chap who only a week before had started with the other Legionaries, now no less altered than he.
"Very well," said the Master decisively. "Our prospects are good. The wounded are coming on. Counting Lebon, we have twenty-five men. I will have all stores reloaded at once. Be ready in one hour, sir.
Understand?"
"Yes, sir!" And Frazier, saluting again, returned to the ravaged but once more efficient engine-room.
All hands plunged into the surf, wading ash.o.r.e--for it was now high-tide--and in short order reloaded the liner. In forty-five minutes stores, machine-guns, and everything had been brought aboard, the cables to the posts in the beach had been cast off and hauled in, and all the Legionaries were at their posts. The ports were closed.
Everything was ready for the supreme test.
The Master was last to come aboard. Still dripping seawater, he clambered up the ladder from the lower gallery to the main corridor, and made his way into the pilot-house. Bohannan was with him, also Leclair and Captain Alden.
The engines had already been started, and the helicopters had begun to turn, flickering swiftly in their turbine-tubes. The Master settled himself in the pilot"s seat. All at once a buzzer sounded close at hand.
"Well, what now?" demanded the Master into the phone communicating with the upper port gallery.
"Smoke to southward, sir. Coming up along the Coast."
"Smoke? A steamer?"
"Can"t see, sir." It was the voice of Ferrara that answered. "The smoke is behind the long point to southward. But it is coming faster than a merchant vessel. I should say, sir, it was a torpedo-boat or a destroyer, under forced draft. And it"s coming--it"s coming at a devil of a clip, sir!"
CHAPTER XXVIII
ONWARD TOWARD THE FORBIDDEN CITY
The Master rang for full engine-power, and threw in all six helicopters with one swift gesture.
"Major," commanded he, as _Nissr"s_ burned and wounded body began to quiver through all its mutilated fabric; "Major, man the machine-guns again. All stations! _Quick_!"
Bohannan departed. The droning of the helicopters rose to a shrill hum. The Master switched in the air-pressure system; and far underneath, white fountains of spumy water leaped up about the floats, mingled with sand and mud all churned to frenzy under the bursting energy of the compressed air released through thousands of tubules.
_Nissr_ trembled, hesitated, lifted a few inches, settled back once more.
Again the buzzer sounded. The noise of rapid feet became audible above, in the upper galleries. Ferrara called into the phone:
"It"s a British destroyer, sir! She"s just rounded the point, three miles south. Signals up for us to surrender!"
"Machine-guns against naval ordnance!" gritted the Master savagely.
"Surrender?" He laughed with hot defiance.
The first sh.e.l.l flung a perfect tornado of brine into air, glistening; it ricochetted twice, and plunged into the dunes. A "dud," it failed to burst.
_Nissr_ rose again as the second sh.e.l.l hit fair in the hard clay of the wady, cascading earth and sand a hundred feet in air. Both reports boomed in, rolling like thunder over the sea.
"Shoot and be d.a.m.ned to you!" cried the Master. _Nissr_ was rising now, clearing herself from the water like a wounded sea-bird. A tremendous cascade of water sluiced from her hissing floats, swirling in millions of sun-glinted jewels more brilliant even than Kaukab el Durri.
Higher she mounted, higher still. The destroyer was now driving in at full speed, with black smoke streaming from four funnels, perfectly indifferent to possible shoals, rocks or sand-bars along this uncharted coast. Another sh.e.l.l screamed under the lower gallery and burst in a deluge of sand near one of the mooring-piles.
"Very poor shooting, my Captain," smiled Leclair, leaning far out the port window of the pilot-house. "But then, we can"t blame the gunners for being a bit excited, trying to bag a bit of international game like this Legion."
"And beside," put in Alden coolly, "our shifting position makes us rather a poor target. Ah! That sh.e.l.l must have gone home!"
_Nissr_ quivered from nose to tail. A violent detonation flung echoes from sea and sh.o.r.e; and bits of splintered wreckage spun down past the windows, to plunge into the still swirling, bubbling sea.
The Master made no answer, but rang for the propellers to be clutched in. _Nissr_ obeyed their quickening whirl. Her alt.i.tude was already four hundred and fifty feet, as marked by the altimeter. Lamely she moved ahead, sagging to starboard, badly scarred, ill-trimmed and awry, but still alive.
Her great black shadow, trailing behind her in the water, pa.s.sed on to the beach, wrinkled itself up over the dunes and slid across the sand-drifts where little flutters of cloth, uncovered by the ghoulish jackals, showed from the burning stretch of tawny desert.
Flocks of vultures rose and soared away. Jackals and hyenas cowered and slunk to cover. The tumult of the guns and this vast, drifting monster of the air had overcome even their greed for flesh.