Border, Breed Nor Birth Part 20
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In the shade of the tent's interior, Isobel clucked at him and hurried to get a drink of water from a moist water cooler. Homer Crawford motioned the other to a seat, and took one himself. "Now then, Dr.
Smythe."
The indignant medic blurted, "Those confounded bandits out there--"
"Irregular camel cavalry," Crawford amended gently.
"They've kidnapped me and my staff. I demand that you intercede, if you have any influence with them."
"What were you doing?" Crawford was frowning at the other. Actually, he had no idea of the circ.u.mstances under which the probably overenthusiastic Tuareg troopers had rounded up the American medical man.
"Doing? You know perfectly well I represent the American Medical Relief. My team has been in the vicinity of Silet, working with the nomads. The country is rife with everything from rickets to syphilis!
Eighty per cent of these people suffer from trachoma. My team--"
"Just a moment," Moroka said. "You mean out in those two trucks you have a complete American medical setup? a.s.sistants and all?"
Smythe said stiffly, "I have two American nurses with me and four Algerians recruited in Oran. This sort of interference with my work is insufferable and--"
The South African was staring at Homer Crawford.
Cliff Jackson cleared his throat. "It seems as though El Ha.s.san has just acquired a Department of Health."
"El Ha.s.san?" Smythe stuttered. "What, what?"
Isobel said softly, "Dr. Smythe, surely you have heard of El Ha.s.san."
"Heard of him? I've heard of nothing else for the past month!
Confounded ignorant barbarian. What this part of the world needs is _less_ intertribal, interracial, international fighting, not more. The man's a raving lunatic and--"
Isobel said gently, "Doctor ... may I introduce you to El Ha.s.san?"
"What ... what--?" For the briefest of moments, there was an element of timorness in the sputtering doctor's voice. Then suddenly he comprehended.
He pointed at Homer Crawford accusingly. "You're El Ha.s.san!"
Homer nodded, seriously, "That's correct, Doctor."
The doctor's eyes went around the four of them. "You've done what you were driving at there at that meeting in Timbuktu. You're trying to unite these people in spite of themselves and then drag them, w.i.l.l.y-nilly, into the twentieth century."
Homer still nodded.
Smythe shook an indignant finger at him. "I told you then, Crawford, and I tell you now. These natives are not suited for such sudden change. Already they are subject to ma.s.s neurosis because they cannot adjust to a world that changes too quickly."
"I wonder if that doesn't apply to the rest of us as well," Cliff said unhappily. "But the changes go on, if we like them or not. Can you think of any way to turn them off?"
The doctor snorted.
Homer Crawford said, "Dr. Smythe, the die is already cast. The question now becomes, will you join us?"
"Join you! Certainly not!"
Crawford said evenly, "Then I might suggest that, first, you will not be allowed to operate in my territory." He considered for a moment, grinning inwardly, but on the surface his expression serene. He added, "And second, that you will probably have difficulties procuring an exit visa from my domains."
"Exit visa! Are you jesting? See here, my good man, you realize I am a citizen of the United States of the Americas and--"
"A country," Homer yawned, "with which I have not as yet opened diplomatic relations, and hence has little representation in North Africa."
The doctor was bug-eying him. He began sputtering again. "This isn't funny. You're an American citizen yourself. And you, Miss Cunningham and--"
Isobel said sadly, "As a matter of fact, the last we heard, the State Department representative told us our pa.s.sports were invalid."
Crawford leaned forward. "Look here, Doctor. You don't see eye to eye with us on matters socio-economic. However, as a medical man, I submit that joining my group ... ah, that is, until you can secure an exit visa from my authorities ... will give you an excellent opportunity to practice your science here in the Sahara under the wing of El Ha.s.san.
I'll a.s.sign a place for your trucks and tents. Please consider the question and let me have your answer at your leisure. Meanwhile, we will prepare a desert feast suitable to the high esteem in which we hold you."
They looked after the doctor, as he left, and Moroka chuckled.
However, Isobel was watching Homer Crawford quizzically.
She said finally, "We rode over him a little in the roughshod manner, didn't we?"
Homer Crawford growled uncomfortably, "Particularly when we finally have our showdown with the Arab Legion, a medic will be priceless."
Isobel said softly, "And the end justifies the means--"
Homer shot a quick, impatient look at her. "The good doctor and his people are in the Sahara to work with the Tuareg and the Teda and the rest of the bedouin. Beyond that, he has the same dream we have--of developing this continent of our racial background."
"But he doesn't believe in your methods, Homer, and we're forcing him to follow El Ha.s.san's road in spite of his beliefs."
Moroka had been peering at the two of them narrowly. "You don't make omelets without breaking eggs," he said, his voice on the overbearing side.
She spun on him. "But the omelets don't turn out so well if some of the eggs you use are rotten."
The South African's voice turned gentle. "Miss Cunningham," he said, "working in the field, like this, can have its rugged side for a young and delicate woman--"
"_Delicate!_" she snapped. "I'll have you know--"
"Hey, everybody, hold it," Cliff injected. "What goes on?"
Dave Moroka shrugged. "It just seems to me that Isobel might do better back in Dakar, or in New York with your friend Jake Armstrong.
Somewhere where her sensibilities wouldn't be so bruised, and where her a.s.sets"--his eyes went up and down her lithe body--"could be put to better use."
Isobel's sepia face had gone a shade or more lighter. She said, very flatly, "My a.s.sets, Mr. Moroka, are in my head."
Homer Crawford said disgustedly, "O.K., O.K., let's all knock it off."
His eyes flicked back and forth between them, in definite command. "I don't want to hear any more in the way of personalities between you two."
Moroka shrugged again. "Yes, sir," he said without inflection.
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