"Allah will make it easy for us!" "Have no fear, Bara Miyan," another said.

"Not so easily shall El Kisa (the People of the Garment) be overcome by the Feringi!" Tension held Arabs and Legionaries, alike.

All remained calm, though had you watched "Captain Alden," you would have seen her fingers twisting together till the blood almost started through the skin.
The Master walked a few paces, turned and faced the squad.
"Ready, men of Jannati Shahr ?" asked he, with a smile.
"We are ready, Unbeliever!" "Then fire!" Up came the rifles.

Brodeur turned a knurled disk, and from one of the boxes on the grass a sudden, whining hum arose, like millions of angry hornets.
"_Fire_!" repeated the Master.
Six rifle-hammers fell with dull clicks.

Nothing more.
The Master smiled in mockery.
"O Bara Miyan," said he, "let thy men reload and fire again! Perhaps the sweat of a great anxiety hath wet their powder!" "Thou must indeed be _Khalil Allah_" (a friend of Allah), he admitted.
"No doubt thou art a great _caid_ in thy own country.