"Both to help you, and to destroy the _beni kalb_ (dog-sons), I would pass through Al Araf, into Eblis! What will be, must be.

No man dieth except by permission of Allah, according to what is written on the scrolls of the angel, Al Sijil.
"I go with you, Master, where you go, were it to Jehannum! I swear that by the rising of the stars, which is a mighty oath.

_Tawakkal al Allah!_" (Place reliance on Allah!) "By the rising of the stars!" repeated Leclair, also in Arabic.

"I too am with you to the end, _M'alme!_" The Master assured himself that his night-glasses with the megaphotic reflectors were in their case slung over his shoulder.

He looked once more to his weapons, both ordinary and lethal, and likewise murmured: "By the rising of the stars!" Then said he crisply, while the fire-glow of Leclair's strongly inhaled cigarette threw a dim light on the tense lines of his wounded face: "Come! Let us go!" Leclair buried his cigarette in the warm earth.
Rrisa caught up a handful of sand and flung it toward the unseen enemy, in memory of the decisive pebbles thrown by Mohammed at the Battle of Bedr, so great a victory for him.
Then he followed the Master and Leclair, with a whispered: "_Bismillah wa Allahu akbar_![1]" [Footnote 1: In the name of Allah, and Allah is greatest!] Together, crawling on their bellies like dusty puff-adders of the Sahara itself, the three companions in arms--American, French, Arab--slid out of the shallow trench, and in the gloom were lost to sight of the beleaguered Flying Legion.
Their mission of death, death to the Beni Harb or to themselves, had begun..