In the grip of the Mullah: A tale of adventure in Somaliland

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Brereton Frederick Sadleir. In the grip of the Mullah: A tale of adventure in Somaliland

CHAPTER I. THE CASTAWAY

CHAPTER II. OFF TO ADEN

CHAPTER III. THE GUN-RUNNERS

CHAPTER IV. IN DISGUISE

CHAPTER V. A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER VI. ON AFRICAN SHORES

CHAPTER VII. THE "MAD" MULLAH

CHAPTER VIII. PREPARING TO ADVANCE

CHAPTER IX. AGAINST HEAVY ODDS

CHAPTER X. FIGHTING THE TRIBESMEN

CHAPTER XI. A MARCH INTO THE DESERT

CHAPTER XII. IN TOUCH WITH THE MULLAH

CHAPTER XIII. THE WHITE PRISONER

CHAPTER XIV. HEMMED IN BY THE ENEMY

CHAPTER XV. A CLEVER RUSE

CHAPTER XVI. THE LAST DARING ATTEMPT

CHAPTER XVII. A DASH FOR LIBERTY

CHAPTER XVIII. IN THE GOLD MINE

CHAPTER XIX. A STRATEGIC RETREAT

CHAPTER XX. BACK TO THE COAST

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Jim Hubbard was a young gentleman of decidedly prepossessing appearance. Broad of shoulder, and particularly well set up for a lad of a little more than seventeen summers, he looked for all that far too young to have such troubles thrown upon his shoulders, to be called thus early in his life to face a difficulty which might well prove too great for a man of mature years and experience. But just as the colonel was endowed with the pluck and perseverance which had enabled him to live through that wild night in the Gulf of Aden, so also was his son gifted with a spirit and tenacity that helped him now to make up his mind to face any danger and difficulty in accomplishing the task he had set himself.

"It is clearly my duty," he said, as he trudged along from the London terminus of the railway to his uncle's residence in Kensington, "to see this matter through to the end. I have spent hours and hours in thinking about it, and have always come to the same conclusion. Until this doubt is absolutely settled, I can never rest, and never be sure that my father is not living. I will show him and all those who are interested in him that I am no fair-weather friend, and that I am prepared to stick to him and to his cause until further search is useless. I cannot imagine anyone placed in similar circumstances coming to any other determination, and if I were to hesitate now and allow imaginary dangers to frighten me, I should be a coward at heart, and unfit to bear my father's name. I'll put the facts before Uncle George, and I'm sure he will do his utmost to help me. Ah, there is his house opposite."

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Thanking him heartily for his kindness, and exchanging a cordial shake of the hand, Jim and his uncle left their friend, and returned home at once.

"We shall have to be busy to-morrow," said Mr. Hubbard, as they took their seats once more in front of the fire. "In the first place, we must get your clothing and revolvers, with a few strong trunks in which to carry them. The rifles and any other items we may happen to think of can be purchased during the week, and I shall see that they follow you out to Aden. You will want to have means of drawing money, and for that purpose I shall write full instructions to our agent. His name, by the way, is Andrews, and you will find him an extremely obliging gentleman. I shall tell him to supply you with anything you may ask for, and I may say now that, though I do not desire that you should be extravagant, no expense that may help to the recovery of my dear brother shall be spared. And now to bed, my dear Jim, for to-morrow you have much to do."

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