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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

But bandits who know their trade would seldom attack an unscouted camp. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #53)
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3 53 But bandits who View more quotes about know">know their trade would seldom attack an unscouted camp.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 50 Dried branches, dried leaves, and twigs, are sometimes scattered about the periphery of a camp, or sleeping area.
3 51 Strung cords with their dangling slivers of metal tend to be less favored; they may stir in the wind, like prayer chimes in a temple, which signals a human presence, past or present, and perhaps a camp's periphery.
3 52 I saw little advantage in them, save to lure in intruders, which might then, after attacking empty bed rolls, be fallen upon.
3 53 But bandits who know their trade would seldom attack an unscouted camp.
3 54 The tarn moved beyond me, and put down its head, and, at the same time, the yellow moon broke through the clouds, and I saw branches about, heaped, from which the fire might have been fed, and a supine figure, crumpled against the rocks.
3 55 The branch on which I had stepped was isolated; it was no prepared device of warning, a signal meaningful to one who might be alert, even in sleep, to that particular tiny sound.
3 56 It had merely been to the side, perhaps stirred, even dropped.
Dried branches, dried leaves, and twigs, are sometimes scattered about the periphery of a camp, or sleeping area. Strung cords with their dangling slivers of metal tend to be less favored; they may stir in the wind, like prayer chimes in a temple, which signals a human presence, past or present, and perhaps a camp's periphery. I saw little advantage in them, save to lure in intruders, which might then, after attacking empty bed rolls, be fallen upon. But bandits who know their trade would seldom attack an unscouted camp. The tarn moved beyond me, and put down its head, and, at the same time, the yellow moon broke through the clouds, and I saw branches about, heaped, from which the fire might have been fed, and a supine figure, crumpled against the rocks. The branch on which I had stepped was isolated; it was no prepared device of warning, a signal meaningful to one who might be alert, even in sleep, to that particular tiny sound. It had merely been to the side, perhaps stirred, even dropped. - (Rebels of Gor)