Courage, eagerness, and joy--still unalloyed by all the fatigues and perils of the long trek after adventure--showed on every face.

Even through the eyeholes of "Captain Alden's" mask, daring exultation glimmered.
The dead, left behind, could not now depress the Legionaries' spirits.
To be on solid earth again, in this wonderland with the Golden City fronting them, quickened every man's pulse.
What though they were but a handful, ringed round by grim, jagged mountains, beyond which lay hundreds of leagues of burning sand?
What though an unknown people of great numbers already had begun to stir in that vast hive of gold?
What though all of Islam, which had already learned of the sacrilege the accursed Feringi had wrought, was lusting their blood?
Nothing of this mattered.

It was enough for the Legionaries that adventure still beckoned onward, ever on! The Master, standing there before them, called the roll.

We should listen, by way of knowing just how the Legion was now composed.

It consisted of the following: Adams, "Captain Alden," Bohannan, Bristol, Brodeur, Cracowicz, Emilio, Enemark, Frazier, Grison, Janina, Lebon, Leclair, L'Heureux, Manderson, Menendez, Prisrend, Rennes, Seres, Simonds, Wallace.