The Gobi Desert
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Fiction
“They didn’t know anything, didn’t suspect anything. Sanders and I, we were the only ones to have seen. ‘What time are we off, chief?’ asked Neratov. The reply from our leader was curt: ‘We have arrived. We’re not going anywhere.’ They all looked at each other, struck dumb. Nain-Sain came up just at that moment and heard what Sanders had said. What a strange man, as I keep on saying! Even in his heavy Mongolian boots, he always seemed to be walking on tip-toe. He and Sanders winked at each other. I was quite calm: if Nain-Sain had not seen, I mean really seen, I was certain that he had guessed. ‘Well lads,’ resumed Sanders, who whatever else he did, couldn’t hide his excitement, ‘Double rations of tea with milk this morning! I’ll explain why in a moment. Michel, while our breakfast is being got ready, why don’t you and I go for a little walk?’ And with a mocking smile he added ‘I think that this morning I won’t have to insist that you bring your rifle with you.’ * We set off along a st...eep track which in a few minutes brought us to the top of the cliff which I was talking about.MoreLess
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