A party of horsemen, their faces drawn, haggard, rode swiftly along a lonely road in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, Morrocco. Of a sudden, the leading horseman wheeled his horse, stopped the others and, pointing ahead with a flourish of his arm, cried: "Voici!"
The group, smiles of relief playing on their grim visages, cantered up to an automobile. Nobody was in it. "But they cannot be far away," thought the horsemen. Then, one, with a piercing exclamation of horror, pointed to the back seat of the car on which were...
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