Then, as the Myzab and the Stone appeared, he drew from his pocket the Great Pearl Star, and laid that also on the cloth, crying in a loud voice: "O, Bara Miyan, and people of Jannati Shahr, behold!" An hour from that time, the Master and seventeen of the Legionaries were on their way to the City of Gold.
The stupefaction of the Arabs, their prostrations, cries, prayers would delay us far too long, in the telling.

But the Oath of the Salt had held; and now reward seemed very near.
There could be no doubt, the Master reflected as he and his men galloped on the horses that had been assigned to them, with the white-robed and now silent horde, that the reward--in the form of exchange gifts--would be practically anything the Legionaries might ask and be able to carry away.
Treachery was now not greatly to be feared.

Even had the salt not held, fear of the explosive would restrain any hostile move.

One stick of the new compound, exploded at a safe distance by wireless spark, had utterly demolished the stone which had been brought from the watercourse.
The plain statement given Bara Miyan that the Myzab and the Black Stone must be left on the grass until the Feringi had again flown away toward their own country, had duly impressed the Arabs.

They had seen two sticks of the explosive laid on the holy objects, and well had understood that any treachery would result in the annihilation of the most sacred objects of their faith.
The Master felt, as well he might, that he absolutely held the whip hand of the Jannati Shahr people.