Let the politicians alone. Meet real
folk and talk with them. Tell them the truth; for they don't know it!
Talk with the men and women who haven't got political jobs to lose--with
the fellows who did the fighting--with the men and women who have votes.
They'll believe you. They've given up believing politicians, and they're
learning how to twist the politicians' tails. You'll find yourself in
Baghdad within a year or two, with all Mesopotamia to make a garden of
and none but Arabs to deal with. That's your field!"
Feisul smiled with the air of a man who recognizes but is unconvinced.
"There are always things that might have been," he answered. "As it is,
I cannot desert the army."
"We'll save what we can of the army," Grim answered. "Your Syrians will
save their own skins; it's only the Arabs we've got to look out for--a
line of retreat for the Arab regiments, and another for you. It's not
too late, and you know I'm right! Come on; let's get busy and do it!"
Feisul's smile was all affection and approval, but he shook his head.
"If what you say is true, I should only have the same problem in
Mesopotamia--foreign financiers," he answered.
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