Anazeh got down to the road with the agility of a youngster, ordered Abdul Ali of Damascus, the shivering Ahmed and me under cover.

He placed his remaining handful of men at points of vantage where they could cover the retreat of the fifteen.

And it was well he did.
There were at least two score in hot pursuit, and though you could hardly tell which was which in that dim light, Anazeh's party opened fire on the pursuers and let the fifteen through.

I did not get sight of Grim while that excitement lasted, but he had two automatics.

He took from me the one that I had taken from Abdul Ali, and with that one and his own he made a din like a machine-gun.