"No."
"What then?"
"Rouse them up, somehow, handcuff them together and take them away."
"Some job that," remarked Sharpe, looking up at the long thin trail of smoke, for there was still an absence of wind currents.
Even as he gazed into the sky, however, he caught sight of a tiny speck hovering at twelve thousand feet, and he almost shouted, "Aeroplane!"
"Where?" asked his startled comrade, whose nerves had undergone some strain during the past few days.
"Right up in the blue. There, can you see her?"
"Yes, I have her now, but she's very high. Can it be the Scorpion, do you think?" asked the senior.
"Cannot say yet. I'll fetch the glasses."
"Run for them, quickly! I cannot hear her engines at all. It must be the brigand."