THE GREAT PEARL STAB The Master began to feel a peculiar anxiety.

Into the east he peered, where now indeed a low, steady hum was growing audible, as of a million angry spirits swarming nearer.

The stars along that horizon had been blotted out, and something like a dark blanket seemed to be drawing itself across the sky.
"My Captain," said the lieutenant, "there may be trouble brewing, close at hand.

A sand-storm, unprotected as we are--" "Men with stern work to do cannot have time to fear the future!" Leclair grew silent.

Rrisa alone was speaking, now.