The gigantic shadow of the Eagle of the Sky began to slide athwart the hill-side streets to south-eastward of the Haram; and so, away.
Up came the nacelle through the trap.

The davit swung it to one side; the trap was slammed down and bolted.

Out of the nacelle tumbled the major, pale as he had formerly been red, his face all drawn with grief and pain.
"The damned Moslem swine!" he panted.

"Faith, but they--they've killed him!" He flung a passionate hand at the basket, in which, prone across the golden spout, the still body of Lombardo was lying.

"They've killed as brave a man--" "We all saw what he did, Major," the chief said quietly.