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The Master started after her. Now she was on her knees beside one of the dead Maghrabis the one killed by Janina. She found nothing; turned to the other; uttered a cry of exultation and held up a clumsy key. Back over the floor of gold she ran. Her fingers held a crimson cord, from which the key dangled. "Those two they were guardians of this vault, of course!" she cried. "Here is the key!"
Outside, in the passage, the Maghrabis were wringing the necks of the wounded white men. The dull sound of crushed and broken bones blent with the turmoil. "The door shut the door!" The Master's voice penetrated even this Hell-tumult. The Master flung himself against the door, and others with him.
The heavy door, swung by panting, sweating men while others fired through the narrowing aperture groaned shut on massive hinges. As the space narrowed, frenzy broke loose. Arabs and Maghrabis crawled and struggled over bodies, flung themselves to sure immolation in the doorway. As fast as they fell, the Legionaries dragged them inside.
"Come with me, then, White Sheik!" said he, arising and beckoning his white-robed sub-chiefs. He raised a finger in signal to the Maghrabis, though what the signal might mean, the Legionaries could not know. "Come, with all thy men. And, by Allah! I will show thee the things whereof thou dost speak to me. I will show thee all these things and others! "Come!"
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