“Reckon that was a camel?”
The beast, at the head of fantastically long shadow, was gone by the time the pilot spoke.
Two hundred knots. Two hundred feet. The Hercules aircraft shook the ground in its
passing.
“Yessir,” said his co-pilot.
“Too ugly to be anything else.”
“That’s true, sir.”
“You know why I’m asking, don’t you William?”
“Ah, should it have been out here alone like that?”
“Halfway there, son.”
“Ah. Was it alone?”
“Exactly. You see any Hajis back there?”
“Ah. Nossir. I did not.”
“Good. Me neither. And next time you’ll be looking.”
“Yessir!”
