He Saves that which he Loves the Best
and left; it was but a question of minutes ere she would no longer have protection even from their bodies.
"Chambret!" O'Rourke shouted; and the answer of the Frenchman came clear above the din of the firing:
"Here and safe, monsieur!"
O'Rourke made his way to the Frenchman's side.
"Take madame and ten men—the, nearest ten—and make for the boats. If ye reach the yacht, send up rockets to guide us to the coast. We'll stay and hold these devils off to cover your retreat."
He turned to find le petit Lemercier at his elbow—a pale, fear-stricken thing, shaken with tremblings.
"Monsieur," advised O'Rourke, "it is your duty to us all to go with madame and Monsieur Chambret."
"Non, monsieur!" he cried shrilly. "I stay and fight—here with my men! There is a weapon for me? I fight!"
"Bully for ye!" O'Rourke found time to mutter as he moved away. "Ye've more sand in ye than I thought, me lad!" The next moment he had mounted a convenient dune and was directing the retreat. "Scatter!" he told the men at the top of his voice. "Scatter—ten yards between each man. Lie down and fire from the hilltops, behind the clumps of grass. In open order—deploy!"
A cheerful yelp greeted his words; the men obeyed, burrowing into the sands like rabbits. Chambret's contingent had already started for the rear, swelled in numbers to some twenty strong, including the wounded, Mouchon, D'Ervy, and Prince Felix; they made way rapidly, and were unmolested. For the tactics adopted by O'Rourke—quick-witted soldier that he was, who had been instant to learn his lesson from the Tawareks and to copy their mode of guerrilla warfare—had stopped the advance of the natives.
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