CHAPTER IX

THE TOUAREG--AND "DEAR IVAN" One or two days later, as we jogged along in the "cool" of the evening, Dufour, the trusty rear-guard of my little caravan, rode up to me. "We're followed, sir," said he. "Touareg, I think. I have sent Djikki back to scout." "If they're Touareg they'll surround our next camp and rush us suddenly," I said. "Our night-travelling has upset them, as there has been no chance for the surprise-at-dawn that they're so fond of." "They'll follow us all night and attack when they think we are busy…