Killing Time [antikvár]

mISomewhere in the Mitumba mountain rangé of Central Africa: September, 2024We leave at daylight, so I must write quickly. Ali reports indicate that my pursuers are now very close: the same scouts who for the last two days have reported seeing a phantom airship moving steadily down from the northeast, setting fire to the earth as it goes, now say that they have spotted the vessel near Laké Albert. My host, Chief Dugumbe, has at last given up his insistence that I allow his warriors to help me stand and fight, and instead offers an escort of fifty men to cover my escape. Although I'm grateful, Fve told him that so large a group would be too conspicuous. FII take only my good friend Mutesa, the man who first dragged my exhausted body out of this high jungle, along with two or three others, armed with somé of the better French and American auto-matic weapons. We'll make straight for the coast, where I hope to find passage to a place even more remote than these mountains.It seems years since fate cast me among Dugumbe's tribe,