But if not, and temptations arise, remember my orders! No drop of any kind of liquor--and no flirtation.

I'll deal summarily with any man who forgets himself.

There's everything at stake now, in the next hour or two.

We can't jeopardize it all for any nonsense!" The major groaned, inwardly.

Thirsts were on his Celtic soul that longed for dalliance with the Orient; but he well knew that tone of voice, and sadly resigned himself to abstinence.
"Keep your revolvers loose in the holsters, men," the Master added, as Bara Miyan gestured toward the slowly opening entrance of the citadel--a massive door as all doors seemed in Jannati Shahr; a door of gold reinforced with huge teak beams.