A line of plodding camels moving quietly through the desert dawn, carrying a party of peaceful Arabs. At least, that was what they seemed . . .
But under every cloak was a rifle, a grenade, a machine-pistol. The leader was no Arab, he was English. And his was no peaceful group of travellers, it was a Raiding Party.
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