He Considers the Great Scheme
"Dry?" queried O'Rourke, beginning to be interested in spite of himself.
"Now dry, mon ami; but wait—wait until we have discovered its former sources, wait until Science has reopened and made them to flow again. Then shall the Wadi Saglat make its majestic way to the ocean—a mighty stream, fertilizing and irrigating the surrounding territory. Moreover, artesian wells shall be sunk wherever practicable; around them oases shall spring to life, rejuvenating the desert. We—we, messieurs!—shall be the vanguards of empire, the reclaimers of the waste lands of the world, making the desert to blossom as a garden!
"Cities shall be built, colonists shall flock to us, homes shall be established for thousands of families. The sands of the desert will yield up their gold to us. A port will be established as a terminus for the thousands of desert caravans who now take their goods to the Senegal. Messieurs, the Empire of the Sahara, within two years, shall obtain recognition from the Powers of the world. Within five it shall be a Power itself. And I—I, messieurs!—shall be Emperor!"
The ardor of le petit Lemercier was pitiable^ yet infectious; the Irishman found himself listening eagerly.
"There's something in it!" he whispered. "Me faith, I do believe it might be done!" His adventurous spirit kindled, flashing from his eyes. "There'll be fighting," he considered shrewdly.
Lemercier turned to him, breathing quickly with excitement, carried away by his own schoolboy eloquence.
"Colonel O'Rourke," he announced pompously, "you are to be Commander-in-chief of my forces, with the pay of a corps commander of the French Army. Do you accept?"
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