The side entrance to the _caravanserai_ was closed. Well then, back down the alley, and around the corner to the main gate. But when Rankin turned to retrace his steps, he saw that it might be a long way from there to any other place. For to his right and left were blank walls; at his back, a closed gate; and in front, a crescent of drawn blades was closing in on him. Behind the six advancing swordsmen rode their commander. He reined in his Barbary stallion, stroked his beard--henna red, as Rankin could see plainly in the white moonlight--and settled back to enjoy the spectacle.…
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