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Round the World in Seven Days

Chapter 7 THE WHITE DJINN

Word Count: 2207    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

f the harbour of Karachi. The sun was intensely fierce, and Smith, who found its glare affecting his eyes painfully, had donned a pair of huge blue-glas

ped their loads and stared upwards in stupefied amazement. Smith could not wait to enjoy his first view of an Indian city. His business was to land at t

amps. Ascending to a considerable height, however, he saw, some distance to the east, near a railway line, a stretch of open brownish ground on which little red flags stood up at intervals. He instantly jumped to the conclusion that this was the golf course, though at this time of day there were no players to

The turbaned driver pulled up his horse and stared open-mouthed at this extraordinary apparition from the sky, and when the aeroplane alighted, and from the car stepped a tall, dirty creatur

the driver to take him to Mr. Jenkinson's godown. The man yelled with fear, and in sheer panic flogged his horse until it went at a gallop, the vehicle swaying in a manner that any one but a sailor would have found unpleasant. Both

it time to pull up before mischief was done. Leaning forward, he gripped the driver's dhoti and drew him slowly backward. The man yelled again; the passers-by

terror was too much for him. Throwing the reins on the horse's back, he sprang from

e sahibs whom they were accustomed to meet, but when he had removed his goggles they saw that he was certainly a sahib. Smith was about to ask some one to direct him to Mr. Jenkinson's when a native policeman pushed

ently. "Find me a driver to

," said the man, becom

g the chance of earning a fe

right, sahib; down by

They passed Government House, turned into dusty Macleod Road, and in five or six minutes reached the Custom House, whe

, sahib. Jenkinson

with a disappointment. In answer to his inquiry the native clerk, looking at

mith look

t Smith?" said the clerk poli

t

med employer at Mahableshwar, where he recuperates exhausted energies. Reply just come. Here you are: 'Refer Lieutenant

returned to his bungalow for tiffin, but was napping in a little room behind his office, darkened by

his clerk awakened him. "A visitor

as dripping with perspiration, and not having been able to wash since leaving Lond

n?" asked Mr. Macdon

n referred me

ancies, none w

of His Majesty's navy, and I h

don't know what. Take a wee drappie? You came by the

ame by a

otsman

hat ye we

ol for my engine. Mr. Jenkinson was to have arranged it for me, but being absent he refers me to you, and I shall be imme

on my word, sir, I will take it very kind if you will give

drive to Harris Road, a quarter of a mile beyond the Custom House. In the two minutes occupied by the drive, Smith told

e a week,

ather less than twe

fair take my breath a

with English gold. The tins were rolled out; Mr. Macdonald hailed a closed cab, into which they were put, and then they set off to re

ut never seen one yet. Is it your opinion, now, th

ers and battleships, air torpedoes and d

scuits and chocolate were running low, he called to the driver to stop, and made some purchases. He took the opportunity to lay in a dozen bottles of soda-

lane surrounded by a vast crowd. The majority were natives, but there was a sprinkling of Englishmen in the inner circle, and some soldiers from the barracks were doing police duty in keeping the onlook

asked Mr. Macdonald to see that the petrol and provisions were carried qui

d the man. "Mr. Jones here is just off

our man stuffing us up? He says you have

ith a smile. "Remember I googlied y

ficer

, by George! and I stumped you and got it back on you. How are you? Rogers,

machine, what!" s

aid Hawley. "What's

am off big game hunting. Can't

on't s

ish I was you! But is it safe

minute to spare. Sorry I can't have a go a

mplete,

stuff o

es

to you. Roddy, pay those fellows who'v

d him so

ll never do. They'll swank for a week if

g your men to clear the course? I don't want to break any bones. And perhaps yo

it, with

ye. Sorry I've

all round, and

dance, the course he had decided to follow. Then, the clatter of the starting engine silencing the clamour of the crowd, the aeroplane ran forward and soared into the air. Its ascent was

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