Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"In a week, monsieur, we start upon our expedition. In two weeks or less the Empire of the Sahara will be inaugurated—in a month it will be a fact accomplished."
He gestured toward the wall, and D'Ervy sprang from his chair, to unrol an immense map of Northern Africa which hung thereon. Le petit Lemercier, swelling with pride, went to it and indicated his points as he talked.
"Here," he said, drawing O'Rourke's attention to a spot on the west coast of the continent, "is Cape Bojador. Here, again," moving his finger a foot north upon the coast line, "is Cape Juby. To the north lies Morocco; to the south he the Spanish Rio de Oro possessions. But between the two capes is unclaimed land. There, messieurs, lies the land that shall be our Empire of the Sahara. There shall we establish and build up a country greater even than our France!"
Valliant rapped his applause upon the table; Mouchon cheered weakly. O'Rourke looked dubious.
"Pardon," he said, "but is not that the coast of the Sahara? Is it not desert land,—waste, arid?"
"Ah, yes, monsieur; that is the general impression. But you shall see what we shall do in this No-man's Land which the grasping English have overlooked, which France disdains, which Spain forgets! In the first place, the land is not arid; to my personal knowledge there is a large and fertile oasis a short distance inland from the coast, in one spot; and beyond doubt there be others."
"Undoubtedly!" affirmed the prince.
"Here, monsieur," Lemercier continued enthusiastically, pointing to an indefinite, ragged line winding inland a little distance below Cape Juby, "is the Wadi Saglat el Hamra—the dry bed of an ancient stream—"
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