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Updated: May 19, 2025
To catch first sight of land, the Master and Bohannan climbed the ladder again, to the take-off, and thence made their way into the starboard observation gallery. There they brought glasses to bear. Though nothing definite could yet be seen through the shrouding dazzle that swaddled the world's rim, this fore-hint of land confirmed their reckonings of latitude and longitude.
I will understand you. And each of you will understand the rest. "Major Bohannan and I have chosen you and have invited you here because we believe every man in this room is precisely the kind of man I have been defining.
The Master reached for the phone and switched in the connection with the upper starboard gallery. "Major Bohannan!" he ordered. "No more blanks! The real thing, now but hold your fire till we drift over the dune!" "Drift over!" echoed Leclair. "But, monsieur, we'll never even make the beach!" "So?" asked the chief. He switched to the engine-room. "Frazier! Lift her a little, now!
"Just where you've said, to Hell, it's far more than likely," the Master retorted. "Come, men, into it! Follow me!" He stooped, lamp in one hand, simitar in the other, and in a most cramped posture entered the passage. After him came Leclair, the woman, Bohannan, and the others. The air hung close and heavy.
Cubical objects they were, some five inches on the edge, each enclosed in what seemed a tough, black, leather-like substance netted with stout white cords that were woven together into a handle at the top. Strong as Bohannan was, his face grew red, with swollen veins in forehead and neck, as he tried to lift this small object.
"What with, my dear Bohannan?" "That's a foolish statement of mine, the last one, I admit," answered the major, as his companion swung the launch a little toward the Jersey shore. "Of course nothing can overhaul us, once we're away. But you know my type of mind weighs every possibility, pro and con. Wireless can fling out a fan of swift aerial police ahead of us from Europe."
As the cliff drew near, its black brows ate across the sky, devouring stars. The Master spoke in Arabic to Rrisa, who seized a boat hook and came forward. Out of the gloom small wharf advanced to meet the launch. The boat-hook caught; the launch, easing to a stop, cradled against the stringpiece. Rrisa held with the hook, while Bohannan and Alden clambered out.
Bohannan dropped a heavy teakwood bar into staples of bronze. "God!" he panted, his right eye misted with blood from a jagged cut on the brow. Shrieks of rage, from without, were answered by jeers and shouts of exultation from the Legionaries. "Nom de Dieu!" gasped Leclair. His neck was blackened with a powder burn, and the tunic was ripped clean off him.
And since never both beheld the same lake, they held each other from the fatal madness that had slain Bohannan. Their only speech was when discussing the allurements of beckoning waters which were but air. At nightfall, toiling up over the lip of a parched, chalky nullah that sunset turned to amethyst, a swarm of howling Arabs suddenly attacked them.
Suddenly the Master spoke. His dismissal of Bohannan and Leclair had given him the opportunity he wanted. "Captain Alden," said he, bruskly, with the unwillingness of a determined man forced to reverse a fixed decision. "I have reconsidered my dictum regarding you." "Indeed, sir?" asked the woman, from where she stood leaning against the sill of the slanted window.
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