HAD] ANO 



every time I did so I saw a watch- 

 ful figure sitting near, or standing 

 looking out across the plain be- 

 yond the trees. It was only later 

 on that I found out the reason for 

 this vigil. 



Early in the morning I shot my 

 way back to the farm alone, for 

 Hadj Ano laughingly declined to 

 accompany me to see the French- 

 men. We parted with a cheery 

 hand-wave, meaning soon to meet 

 again ; but we have never met. 



A few months after this I chanced 

 to read La Depeche Tunisienne, and 

 came across a column describing 

 how the police had made a raid on 

 Brown's farm with the object of 

 capturing " the renowned convict 

 Hadj Ano." My friend, it appeared, 

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