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The Flying Legion

CHAPTER XXVII
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Tortures and death, he felt, were to be his portion; but with the stoicism of the barbarian he made no sound.
What his thoughts were, realizing the loss of tribesmen, capture, despoilment of the Great Pearl Star, who could tell?
A wondrous dawn, all mingled of scarlet, orange, and vivid yellows, with streaks of absinthe hue, burned up over the desert world.

It showed _Nissr_ about as she had been the night before; for the simoom had not thrashed up sea enough--offshore, as it had been--to break up the partial wreck.
The air-liner had, however, settled down a good deal in the sand, and had canted at a sharp angle to port.

Her galleries, fuselage, and wings were heavily laden with sand that materially increased her weight; and to the casual eye she gave the impression of a bird which never again would soar on level wing.
The major voiced discouragement, but no one shared it.

Spirits were still high, in spite of thirst and exhaustion, and of the losses already sustained in men and material.

Lombardo and "Captain Alden" had patched up the wounded in rough, first-aid fashion; and they, in spite of pain, shared the elation of the others in the entire wiping-out of the Beni Harb.
As soon as the light permitted operations to begin again, the Legion trekked over to the Arabs' former lines.


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