My proposal has been rejected.

Peace having been declined, we have no alternative but to use other, means.
There is positively no way of coming to an agreement with our Moslem friends, below." As if to corroborate his statement, a rifle-bullet whistled through the open trap and flattened itself against the metal underbody of the fuselage, over their heads.

It fell almost at "Captain Alden's" feet.
She picked it up and pocketed it.
"My first bit of Arabia," said she.

"Worth keeping." The firing, below, had now become more general than ever.

Shrill cries rose to Allah for the destruction of these infidel flying dogs.