Bohannan, seated cross-legged between Captain Alden and the Master, swore an oath.
"What are these infernal murderers here for ?" growled he.

"Ask the Sheik, will you?
I thought you and he had eaten salt together! If this isn't a trap, it looks too damned much like it to be much of a picnic! Faith, this is a Hell of a party!" "Silence, sir!" commanded the Master; while Leclair, at his other side, cast a look of anger at the Celt.

"Diplomacy requires that we consider these men as a guard of honor.

Pay no attention to them, anybody! Any sign of hesitation now, or fear, may be suicide.
Remember, we are dealing with Orientals.

The 'grand manner' is what counts with them.