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'Corso, Corso, mercenaries!' Corso, I gathered, was the fellow to whom I had first presented myself, he whom I took to be in command at this point of the perimeter. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #627)

I was put to my belly and one man was holding my wrists, crossed, behind me, and another was holding my ankles together, crossed. I felt a cord being put about my ankles, and knotted. But then, suddenly, one of the fellows cried out, alarmed. 'Corso, Corso, mercenaries!' Corso, I gathered, was the fellow to whom I had first presented myself, he whom I took to be in command at this point of the perimeter. It seems that a group of mercenaries, perhaps fifteen or twenty, with some women in tow, roped together by the neck, had determined to take advantage of the distraction my presence had brought about at the perimeter. They were already within fifty yards of the perimeter. I heard the ringing of an alarm bar, the sounding of battle horns. - (Mariners of Gor)