Leclair followed.

Men and tools were swiftly unloaded, leaving only Wallace and Emilio at their guns, as agreed.
"Faith, but this is some proposition!" grunted the major, as the seven men trampled over the prostrate bodies, without any delay whatever to peer at the Haram or the Ka'aba.
"The stone's there, men, at the south-east corner! Get busy!" No exhortation was necessary.

Every man, nerved to the utmost energy by the extreme urgency of the situation, leaped to work.

And a strange scene began, the strangest in all the history of that unknown city of mysteries.

The little troop of white men in uniform stumbled over the bodies and faces of their enemies along the Ka'aba, past the little door about seven feet from the ground, and so, skirting the slanting white base, two feet high, came to the Hajar el Aswad, or Black Stone, itself.
Above, in the burning Arabian sky, the air-liner hovered like a gigantic bird of prey, her gallery-rails lined with motionless watchers.