Everything but a fight to the finish was forgotten. Only one man even
thought of _Nissr_ and of what probably had happened out there on the
plain. This man was Leclair.
"_Dieu_!" he grunted. "An accident, eh? Something must have gone
wrong--or did the brown devils attack? I hope our men outside
made good slaughter of these Moslem pigs, before they died. Eh, my
Captain?"
"Well?"
"Is it not possible that _Nissr_ and our men still live? That they
will presently bombard the city? That they may rescue us?"
The Master shook his head.
"They may live," he answered, "but as for rescuing us--" His gesture
completed the idea. Suddenly he pointed.
"See!" he cried. "Another door!"
CHAPTER XLIV
INTO THE JEWEL-CRYPT
It was time some exit should be discovered. The tumult had notably
increased, at the barred entrance. The staples could not hold, much
longer.
The Legionaries pressed forward. At the far end of the chamber,
another door was indeed visible; smaller than the first, low, almost
square, and let into a deep recess in the elaborately carved wall of
gold.
Barefooted, in their socks, or some still in slippers, they reached
this door.
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