BIGGLES
FLIES SOUTH
by Captain W.
E. Johns
X. TRAPPED (Pages 130 –
144)
Through the heat of the afternoon, they
wait for Algy to return “and experienced for the first time the full force of
the desert sun”. Biggles decides to look
for any tracks that Algy has left and leave food and water for him with a map
showing how to get to oasis. Biggles,
Ginger and Kadar will return to the oasis as “there’s no sense in sitting here
and dying by inches”. Finding no tracks,
they return, setting off just before dawn, to the cave, weary of the
scorpions. They only see a few. “I should say they scatter to their
respective dug-outs as soon as it begins to get light,” opined Biggles.
They proceed through the tombs: “Biggles has bought
a good supply of paper, which had been used for wrapping odd articles in the
machine, so with a bright torch held aloft they made good progress”. There are a few anxious moments with bats, but
nothing like the previous day. They make
their way out of the cave and down the hill to the pool among the palms and see
fresh camel tracks. “I swear those
weren’t here yesterday!” says Biggles.
They make their way to the village on the hill and note that is has been
surrounded with a circular belt of cacti, now dead. The village is a citadel and the entrance is a “dark, forbidding portal, medieval in its conception
and Moorish in construction, having the customary high, pointed arch”. Entering a main square or assembly place,
they find the superstructure of a well.
Kadar finds a Persian inscription on it (but we are not told what it
says). They explore a house and find
only snakes. On leaving, they are
confronted by a dozen or more swathed Tuareg armed with rifles “only their
cold, hostile eyes showing above their indigo-tinted veils”. From the direction of the well, comes a man
in an Arab burnous
approaches – it is Zarwan.
Biggles knows that resistance is useless. Biggles asks for water but is told it would
be a waste of water to give it to him for the short time he would need it. Biggles, Ginger and Kadar are seized and bound. Zarwan kicks Biggles in the ribs and says “So
I am the oily-faced hog?”. The three men
are then pegged out in the centre of the courtyard “in the position known as
spread-eagled”. An Arab then pours wild
honey and trails it to an ants’ nest. (A
grinning Arab appeared with a small goat-skin in his hand - is the illustration
on page 143). Biggles feels the
first ant bite as his brain reels from the blinding glare of the sun. “Don’t worry, you fellows,” he said quietly,
“it will soon be over”.