If so, remember that my salt is still in thy stomach." "Master, I will not forget." Rrisa spoke dutifully, but his eyes were troubled.

His face showed lines of fear, of the struggle already developing in his soul.
"Go thou, then! And remember that whatever happens, my judgment tells me it is best.

Raise not a hand of rebellion against me, Rrisa, to whom thou owest life itself.

To thy cabin--go!" "But, Master--" "_Ru'c'h halla!_" The Arab salaamed and departed, with a strange look in his eyes.
When he was gone, the Master called Bohannan and Leclair, outlined the next _coup_ in this strange campaign, and assigned crews to them for the implacable carrying-out of the plan determined on--surely the most dare-devil, ruthless, and astonishing plan ever conceived by the brain of a civilized man.
Hardly had these preparations been made, when the sound of musketry-fire, below and ahead, drew their attention.

From the open ports of the cabin, peering far down, the three Legionaries witnessed an extraordinary sight--a thing wholly incongruous in this hoar land of mystery and romance.
Skirting a line of low savage hills that ruggedly stretched from north to south, a gleaming line of metal threaded its way.