just here. If we drop anything can you crawl and get it?"

"He opened his eyes," said Captain Digby-Soames, "but I doubt if he's
conscious. He must have come a frightful cropper. You can see there's
a compound fracture of the right femur from here, and one of his feet
is fairly pointing backwards. Blood from the mouth, too. Anyhow he's
alive. Better shoot him if we can't shift him----"

"We'll _get_ him all right. This is a Heaven-sent 'problem' and we'll
solve it--and I'll quote it in my 'manual'. Quite war-conditions. Very
badly wounded man--inaccessible position--stretcher-parties all out of
sight--aeroplane can't land for any first-aid nor to pick up the
casualty--_excellent_ problem and demonstration. That oont[28] will
simplify it, though. Look here--I'll drop down and land you by it, and
then come here again and hover. You bring the beast up--you'll be able
to ride most of the way if you zig-zag, and lead him most of the rest.
Then you'll have to carry the casualty to the oont and bring him
down."

The aeroplane swooped down and grounded gently within a hundred yards
of the kneeling camel, who eyed it with the cold and supercilious
disdain of his kind.

"Tell you what," said Colonel Decies, "when I get up there again, have
a good squint and see if you think you can locate the spot for
yourself from below. If you can, I'll come down again and we'll both
go up on the oont. Bring the poor beggar down much better if one of us
can hold him while the other drives the camel. It's no Grand Trunk
Road, by Jove."