"We have only that one aft starboard tank, now, not over three-quarters full." "There's a chance that will do till we can run down a caravan along the Red Sea, carrying petrol to Suakin or Port Sudan.

So there's a fighting hope--if we can raise ourselves out of this sand that clings like the devil himself.

It's lucky, sir, we jettisoned those stores.
Wind and current brought some of them back, anyhow.

If they'd stayed in the storeroom they'd have all been burned to a crisp." "Yes, yes.

You think, then, we can make a start ?" The Master put his apparatus into the desk-drawer and carefully locked it.