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Updated: June 19, 2025
The Master smiled again, as he realized his orders were going on with exact precision. "That's the wireless they're putting out of commission," thought he, glancing at his watch again. "No mere untuning of wave-lengths. Good, old-fashioned hammer-blows! This station won't work again for a while!" Bohannan, meantime, was trying to get some general impression of the giant plane.
The major's clenched fist was caught as it drove, by a scientific guard from the Master's right. The Master dropped his lamp, and with a straight left-hander sprawled Bohannan on the slimy pave. Impersonally he stood over the crazed Celt. "Will you jump, voluntarily," demanded he, "or shall we be under the painful necessity of having to throw you down that pit?"
Outdistancing pursuit as an eagle distances sparrows, the liner gloried in her swift trajectory. The Master nodded, well pleased. Bohannan laughed like a boy, and holstered his gun. He moved over to the starboard window, out of the gale. With mocking eyes he watched the futile searchlight at the Hook.
The gracious weaving of those lithe, white bodies of the girls as they swayed from sunlit filigree to dim shadow, stirred even the coldest heart among the Legionaries, that of the Master himself. As for Bohannan, his cup of joy was brimming.
We've all had a Hell of a run for our money, and it's time to quit. "Shoot, if you want to a few minutes more or less don't matter. But, faith, I'll die a millionaire, and that's something I never expected to be. Fine, fine! Give me a minute more, and I'll die a multi-millionaire! Sure, imagine that, will you? Major Aloysius Bohannan, gentleman-adventurer, a multi-millionaire!
Hard-bitten men, all, and used to the ways and usages of war; yet factors were present in this latest exploit that sobered and steadied them as never before. The Master, still unmoved, merely smiled a peculiar smile as he commanded: "Major, have the stone and the golden spout carried to my cabin. And, if you please, no remarks!" Bohannan picked a few men to fulfil the order.
My judgment tells me there'll be no explosive dropped on Jannati Shahr. "We've got to fight this thing through, unaided. And at any rate, we don't have to limit ourselves to a peck or two of jewels. We've got them all, now or they've got us!" The irony of his tone made no impression on Bohannan. His mercurial temperament seemed to have gone quite to pieces, in view of the hoard.
Bohannan, already loosening the neck of his goat-skin, laughed hoarsely. "No wine!" he croaked, "and the water's rationed; even the stinking water. But the food isn't good reason, too; there isn't any. Pockets full of gems!" He slapped one hard pocket. "I'd swap the lot for a proper pair of shoes and a skin o' that wine! Faith that wine, now "
The Master smiled again, and nodded, as he paused a moment at the gate to peer down, along the line of the clearing between stockade and forest. "Here come some of the machine-guns," said he. "I shall be vastly surprised if one man or one single bit of equipment fails to appear on schedule time. Nothing like system, Bohannan that, and knowing how to choose your men!"
Bohannan departed. The droning of the helicopters rose to a shrill hum. The Master switched in the air-pressure system; and far underneath, white fountains of spumy water leaped up about the floats, mingled with sand and mud all churned to frenzy under the bursting energy of the compressed air released through thousands of tubules.
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