He recalled feeding the five remaining cartridges into the magazine, then clapping on an Atlantean noble's helmet.
There was a sharp question from the Atlantean who had spoken before.
The Atlantean's laugh, which always reminded his guest of the purr of a tiger, rang out.
From behind he could hear the infuriated shouts of the Atlantean army.
So saying, his hand flicked up in a sharp military salute to the visor of that Atlantean helmet which he still wore.
The Atlantean's beard glinted like metal as he shook with a grim, silent laughter.
But a brighter sun now shines on the Aryan race than that which lit the path of their Atlantean forefathers.
Instantly the Atlantean prince strode forward, a commanding figure.
Nelson cast a last look on the Atlantean army, breathlessly awaiting the impending duel.
Atlantean shoulders, and the whole carriage heroic, with equal inward force to guide the great machine!