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Caht elbow The ar with accurate aim, had destroyed his aim, rolled at his feet The pistol clattered over the wet, shining stones

Stern, cursing madly, leaped and snatched for it with the other hand

Before he could even reach it a swift foot tripped hi he fell And in a second one of the very ropes that had been used to drag the Pauillac from the depths was lashed about his wrists, his ankles, his struggling, fighting body

"Beatrice! Shoot! Kill!" he shouted "Help here! Help! The --lost! Help!"

His speech died in a chokingthey forced into his h his brain a quick anguish thrilled, the thought of Beatrice unaided and alone Then cahtful, sick despair that on the very eve of triumph, of salvation for this Folk and for the world as well as for Beatrice and himself, this unforeseen catastrophe should have befallen

He struggled still to catch solimpse of Beatrice, to cry aloud to her, to shield her; but, alone against five hundred, he was powerless

Nowhere could he catch even a gli horde, nothing could be made out He knew not even whether civil war had blazed or whether all alike had owned the rule of Kamrou the Terrible

Like buoys tossing upon the surface of a raging sea, the flaring torches pitched and danced, rose, fell And from a multitude of throats, fro up into the all-eht, bound as he was, he felt a great force driving hie

Mute, desperate, starkhireat fortified gate with its huge, torch-lighted monolithic lintel Even upon this soe, incredible spectacle of the ainst the Lanskaarn and had saved all their lives, now haled like a criminal back into the community he had rescued in its hour of sorest need

His e--it seeo--also as prisoners In a flash he recalled all that had happened since and bitterly hedared to dreae, barbarous souls, or uplifted the at all