They welcome both, if their hearts are enlisted!" "Yes, yes, I know! Their Hell yawns for cowards; their Paradise opens to receive the brave! Death is as a bride to the Moslem!" "Fanatics all, Lieutenant! Only a few white men have ever reached Mecca and returned.

Bartema, Wild, and Joseph Pitt succeeded, and so did Hurgronje, Courtelmont, Burton, and Burckhardt--though, the Arabs admit only the two last.
"But how many hundreds have been beheaded or crucified?
No pilgrimage ever takes place without a few such victims.

A race of this type is a potential world-power of incalculable magnitude.

Men who will die for Islam and for their master without a quiver--" "My Captain! What do you mean ?" The lieutenant's eyes had begun to fill with flame.

His hand tightened to a fist.
"_Mon Dieu_, what do you mean?
Can it be possible you dream of ruling the races of Islam ?" Something whined overhead, from the beach now only about a quarter-mile distant.