I shall not call for volunteers, because you would all offer yourselves.

You must stay here." "In case my plan succeeds, you are to come at my call--three long hails.

If my plan fails, Major Bohannan will command you; and I know you will all fight to the last breath and to the final drop of blood!" "Don't do this thing, sir!" the major protested.

"What chance of success has it?
These desert men can see, where a white man is blind.
They can scent danger as a hunting-dog scents the spoor of game.
You're simply throwing your life away, and we need that life!" "I will take Lieutenant Leclair, who knows these people," the Master continued, paying no heed, "and Rrisa, who is of their kin.

You others, all sit tight!" A chuckling laugh, out there on the vague sands, seemed to mock him.
It burst into a raw, barking cachinnation, that somehow stirred the blood with shrinking horror.
"One of the Sahara Sanitary Corps," remarked Leclair, dryly.