Remember!" "Count on me, my Captain!" affirmed Brodeur.

The masked woman, coming to the Master's side, said also in French: "I have one favor to ask of you!" "Well, what ?" "Your life is worth everything, now.

Mine, nothing.

Let me subject myself--" He waved her away, and making no answer, turned to the Olema.
"Hast thou, O Bara Miyan," he asked in a steady voice, "a swordsman who can with one blow split a man from crown to jaw ?" "Thou speakest to such a one, White Sheik!" "Take, then, a simitar of the keenest, and cut me down!" The old man turned, took from the hand of a horseman a long, curved blade of razor-keenness and with a heavy back.

The Master glanced significantly at Brodeur, who knelt by the switchboard with one steady hand on a brass lever, the other on the control of a complex ray-focussing device.
Toward Bara Miyan the Master advanced across the turf.