The stowaway's rash act was still big with possibilities of the most sinister import.
"This is probably just a temporary respite," said Bohannan, as he sat with the Master in the latter's cabin.

The windows had been slid wide open, and the two men, leaning back in easy wicker chairs, were enjoying the desert panorama each in his own way--Bohannan with a cigar, the Master with a few leaves of the "flower of paradise." Now once more clean and a little rested, they had again assumed something of their former aspect.

"Captain Alden," and as many others as could be spared from duty, were asleep.

The Legion was already pulling itself together, though in depleted numbers.

Discipline had tautened again.