Driftwood Spars
by P. C. Wren
"Peace, foolish Art is blind, just like Ibrahim Mahmud weeps," he crowed as the obese Native Officer, zealous and over-fiery young guard, pointing out where to see the expedition and patrol that returns in the moonlight as he emerges from the meadow thickets of the dry riverbed. The lying comrade of the police station guard group giggled.
