It is a part of that simplicity which you despise.

That devil of a Jew is armed, you say ?" "I saw something like a knife in his hand, as we shut him in," said the Wanderer with the same indifference as before.
"Then I will take the Individual," Keyork answered promptly.

"A man's bare hands must be strong and clever to take a man's life in a scuffle, and few men can use a pistol to any purpose.

But a knife is a weapon of precision.

I will take the Individual, decidedly." He made a few rapid signs, and the Individual disappeared, coming back a moment later attired in a long coat not unlike his master's except that the fur of the great collar was of common fox instead of being of sable.
Keyork drew his peaked cape comfortably down over the tips of his ears.
"The ether!" he exclaimed.