MURGH'S ARROW Hugh and Dick came back.

Something seemed to call them back, although no blow had been struck.

The Man stood where they had left him, staring at nothing in particular.

Apparently he was engaged in meditation.
"Thanking his gods because they have saved him from sudden death," muttered Grey Dick.

"If he's got any gods!" he added doubtfully.
Now the three, or rather the four of them, for David Day had recovered, and once more stood upon his feet from time to time glancing at the stranger's costume with a frightened eye, were left alone upon the great place with no company save the shipful of dead behind them and the wild, white moon above.