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Everything now hung on the word of an aged fanatic, who for any fancied breach of the Oath of Salt might deliver them to slavery, torture, death. "Remember, men," the Master warned his men as they penetrated the dim, golden-walled passage also lighted with sandal-oil mash'als "remember the mercy-bullets. If it comes to war, none of us must be taken prisoner!"
They had been shooting at only fantasms of their own brains. Now, even the mercy-bullets were gone. Bitterly the man cursed himself, as he thrust the now useless pistol back into its holster.
"Everybody's weapons fully loaded?" the Master demanded. "Be sure they are! And don't forget the mercy-bullets, men. These Arabs are rather ingenious in their tortures. They make a specialty of crucifying unbelievers upside down. That sort of thing won't do, for us not for fighting-men of the Legion!" Bohannan, laughing, stood up. Every pocket was a-bulge with incalculable wealth.
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