The Buzzard laid his hand on the map. There was littlechance of men finding the cache in this deserted gorge, but he and hisfather knew that the baboons would return. They were dancing with rage and frustrationfor they had realized at last that the frigate was being cut out undertheir noses. Plump andmiddle-aged, his greying hair tangled in his eyes, he was stillstaggering groggily with sleep as he groped for his sword where it hungin its scabbard at the foot of his bunk.
It seemed that he had chosen ateam of his strongest men to scale the wall, while his marksmen triedto keep Hal and Aboli from defending themselves. There would alsobe the annual pilgrimage of the faithful of Islam taking advantage ofthe same fair wind to sail up the Arabian Sea on their journey to thebirthplace of the Prophet of God. I give thanks to God! Soon I will be awayfrom this forsaken place and safe at Good Hope. Too soon the ship's bellstruck and, as the last note faded, Hal tapped on the door to hisfather's cabin.
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