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CHAPTER XVII. Trouble by The Waters of Babylon
 From that moment I date the beginning of my madness. Suddenly I forgot all cares and difficulties of the present and future and became foolishly light-hearted. We were rushing towards the great battle where men were busy at my proper trade. I realized how much I had the lonely days in Germany, and still more the week in Constantinople. Now I was clear of it all, and bound for the clash of armies. It didn’t trouble me that we were on the wrong side of the battle line. I had a sort of instinct that the darker and wilder things grew the better chance for us.  
“Seems to me,” said Blenkiron, bending over me, “that this joy-ride is going to come to an untimely end pretty soon. Peter’s right. That young man will set the telegraph going, and we’ll be held up at the next township.”
 
“He’s got to get to a telegraph office first,” I answered. “That’s where we have the pull on him. He’s welcome to the screws we left behind, and if he finds an operator before the evening I’m the worst kind of a Dutchman. I’m going to break all the rules and bucket this car for what she’s worth. Don’t you see that the nearer we get to Erzerum the safer we are?”
 
“I don’t follow,” he said slowly. “At Erzerum I reckon they’ll be waiting for us with the handcuffs. Why in thunder couldn’t those hairy ragamuffins keep the little cuss safe? Your record’s a bit too precipitous, Major, for the most innocent-minded military boss.”
 
“Do you remember what you said about the Germans being open to ? Well, I’m going to put up the steepest sort of bluff. Of course they’ll stop us. Rasta will do his damnedest. But remember that he and his friends are not very popular with the Germans, and Madame von Einem is. We’re her proteges, and the bigger the German I get before the safer I’ll feel. We’ve got our passports and our orders, and he’ll be a bold man that will stop us once we get into the German zone. Therefore I’m going to hurry as fast as God will let me.”
 
It was a ride that deserved to have an written about it. The car was good, and I handled her well, though I say it who shouldn’t. The road in that big central plain was fair, and often I knocked fifty miles an hour out of her. We passed troops by a circuit over the veld, where we took some awful risks, and once we by some transport with our off wheels almost over the lip of a ravine. We went through the narrow streets of Siwas like a fire-engine, while I shouted out in German that we carried despatches for headquarters. We shot out of rain into brief spells of winter sunshine, and then into a snow which all but whipped the skin from our faces. And always before us the long road unrolled, with somewhere at the end of it two armies in a death-grapple.
 
That night we looked for no . We ate a sort of meal in the car with the up, and felt our way on in the darkness, for the headlights were in perfect order. Then we turned off the road for four hours’ sleep, and I had a go at the map. Before dawn we started again, and came over a pass into the vale of a big river. The winter dawn showed its gleaming stretches, ice-bound among the sprinkled meadows. I called to Blenkiron:
 
“I believe that river is the Euphrates,” I said.
 
“So,” he said, acutely interested. “Then that’s the waters of Babylon. Great snakes, that I should have lived to see the fields where King Nebuchadnezzar grazed! Do you know the name of that big hill, Major?”
 
“Ararat, as like as not,” I cried, and he believed me.
 
We were among the hills now, great, rocky, black slopes, and, seen through side glens, a hinterland of snowy peaks. I remember I kept looking for the castrol I had seen in my dream. The thing had never left off haunting me, and I was pretty clear now that it did not belong to my South African memories. I am not a man, but the way that little kranz clung to my mind made me think it was a warning sent by . I was pretty certain that when I clapped eyes on it I would be in for bad trouble.
 
All morning we travelled up that broad vale, and just before noon it spread out wider, the road dipped to the water’s edge, and I saw before me the white roofs of a town. The snow was deep now, and lay down to the riverside, but the sky had cleared, and against a space of blue heaven some peaks to the south rose glittering like jewels. The arches of a bridge, spanning two forks of the stream, showed in front, and as I slowed down at the bend a ’s challenge rang out from a block-house. We had reached the of Erzingjan, the headquarters of a Turkish and the gate of Armenia.
 
I showed the man our passports, but he did not and let us move on. He called another fellow from the guardhouse, who motioned us to keep pace with him as he down a side lane. At the other end was a big barracks with outside. The man to us in Turkish, which Hussin interpreted. There was somebody in that barracks who wanted badly to see us.
 
“By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept,” quoted Blenkiron softly. “I fear, Major, we’ll soon be remembering Zion.”
 
I tried to persuade myself that this was merely the red tape of a frontier fortress, but I had an instinct that difficulties were in store for us. If Rasta had started wiring I was prepared to put up the brazenest bluff, for we were still eighty miles from Erzerum, and at all costs we were going to be landed there before night.
 
A staff-officer met us at the door. At the sight of us he cried to a friend to come and look.
 
“Here are the birds safe. A fat man and two lean ones and a who looks like a Kurd. Call the guard and march them off. There’s no doubt about their identity.”
 
“Pardon me, Sir,” I said, “but we have no time to spare and we’d like to be in Erzerum before the dark. I would beg you to get through any formalities as soon as possible. This man,” and I to the sentry, “has our passports.”
 
“Compose yourself,” he said ; “you’re not going on just yet, and when you do it won’t be in a stolen car.” He took the passports and fingered them . Then something he saw there made him cock his .
 
“Where did you steal these?” he asked, but with less assurance in his tone.
 
I spoke very gently. “You seem to be the victim of a mistake, sir. These are our papers. We are under orders to report ourselves at Erzerum without an hour’s delay. Whoever hinders us will have to answer to General von Liman. We will be obliged if you will conduct us at once to the Governor.”
 
“You can’t see General Posselt,” he said; “this is my business. I have a wire from Siwas that four men stole a car belonging to one of Enver Damad’s staff. It describes you all, and says that two of you are notorious spies wanted by the Imperial Government. What have you to say to that?”
 
“Only that it is rubbish. My good Sir, you have seen our passes. Our errand is not to be cried on the housetops, but five minutes with General Posselt will make things clear. You will be exceedingly sorry for it if you delay another minute.”
 
He was impressed in spite of himself, and after pulling his moustache turned on his heel and left us. Presently he came back and said very gruffly that the Governor would see us. We followed him along a corridor into a big room looking out on the river, where an oldish fellow sat in an arm-chair by a stove, writing letters with a fountain pen.
 
This was Posselt, who had been Governor of Erzerum till he fell sick and Ahmed Fevzi took his place. He had a mouth and big blue below his eyes. He was supposed to be a good engineer and to have made Erzerum impregnable, but the look on his face gave me the impression that his reputation at the moment was a bit .
 
The staff-officer spoke to him in an undertone.
 
“Yes, yes, I know,” he said . “Are these the men? They look a pretty lot of scoundrels. What’s that you say? They deny it. But they’ve got the car. They can’t deny that. Here, you,” and he on Blenkiron, “who the devil are you?”
 
Blenkiron smiled sleepily at him, not understanding one word, and I took up the .
 
“Our passports, Sir, give our credentials,” I said. He glanced through them, and his face .
 
“They’re right enough. But what about this story of stealing a car?”
 
“It is quite true,” I said, “but I would prefer to use a pleasanter word. You will see from our papers that every authority on the road is directed to give us the best transport. Our own car broke down, and after a long delay we got some wretched horses. It is vitally important that we should be in Erzerum without delay, so I took the liberty of appropriating an empty car we found outside an inn. I am sorry for the of the owners, but our business was too grave to wait.”
 
“But the telegram says you are notorious spies!”
 
I smiled. “Who sent the telegram?”
 
“I see no reason why I shouldn’t give you his name. It was Rasta Bey. You’ve picked an awkward fellow to make an enemy of.”
 
I did not smile but laughed. “Rasta!” I cried. “He’s one of Enver’s satellites. That explains many things. I should like a word with you alone, Sir.”
 
He nodded to the staff-officer, and when he had gone I put on my most Bible face and looked as important as a mayor at a royal visit.
 
“I can speak freely,” I said, “for I am speaking to a soldier of Germany. There is no love lost between Enver and those I serve. I need not tell you that. This Rasta thought he had found a chance of delaying us, so he invents this trash about spies. Those Comitadjis have spies on the brain ... Especially he hates Frau von Einem.”
 
He jumped at the name.
 
“You have orders from her?” he asked, in a respectful tone.
 
“Why, yes,” I answered, “and those orders will not wait.”
 
He got up and walked to a table, whence he turned a puzzled face on me. “I’m torn in two between the Turks and my own countrymen. If I please one I offend the other, and the result is a damnable confusion. You can go on to Erzerum, but I shall send a man with you to see that you report to headquarters there. I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I’m obliged to take no chances in this business. Rasta’s got a against you, but y............
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