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There was the document, however, to prove their reality, and Guy was deeply studying its faded characters when the Greek arrived. His face was radiant with happiness, an expression which quickly gave way to deep sadness as a big Somali entered with a platter of food. The latter had barely closed the door when Canaris held up a warning finger and motioned the Englishmen to draw near.
With a single bound Bildad sprang out upon the sand, brandishing a huge spear that Canaris had brought with him from the lake. Another leap carried him within a yard or two of the lion, and the amazed spectators had a brief vision of the enraged beast quivering for a spring at the audacious African.
With wonderful self possession the Greek looked at him in mute ignorance; but the Arab, who had probably but just come from Harar, pressed forward, and, joining Oko Sam a few paces away, began to talk excitedly in a low voice. "We are lost. Chutney," whispered Canaris in tones of despair. At the mention of this name. Guy felt the colonel's arms clasp his waist in a convulsive thrill.
The lions began to pace up and down the strip of sand, tossing their shaggy heads toward the frightened men, and then the leader, a monstrous fellow with a mane that swept the ground, advanced a few paces and uttered a tremendous roar that seemed to shake the earth. Guy cocked his rifle, but at the sharp click Canaris turned on him fiercely. "Don't shoot," he whispered. "Don't shoot.
We are approaching the outlet of the lake, no doubt of it." Melton's drowsiness vanished, and he sprang up. "It would be advisable to waken Canaris and Sir Arthur," suggested the colonel. "No one ought to sleep at a time like this. All hands may be needed." A slight touch woke the Greek, but it required a severe shaking to rouse Sir Arthur.
Through the early hours of the morning they slept on, heedless of the loud cries, the sounds of anger and wrath that floated up from the shadows of the gorge, and when the sun was past its meridian, Guy awoke. Canaris stretched himself and sat up at the same time. Their first thought was of Melton. He was still sleeping, but it was a restless, uneasy slumber, for he tossed about and moaned.
Melton looked dubiously at the steep side of the gorge, but before he could reply Canaris started up, and he had no alternative but to follow. Guy came close behind to catch his friend if he should give out. The ascent, however, was not so bad as it looked. Canaris picked his way with great skill, winding along the face of the cliff in a zigzag manner.
Sir Arthur was sent up last, and Forbes and the Greek were left alone on the empty raft. After some consideration they decided on the following plan: Forbes and Canaris would take the raft apart and fasten the rope to the logs.
Canaris now led them down the stream for some distance until a shallow place permitted them to wade across. The valley had become a gorge. The sloping hills gave way to great frowning masses of rock so high and so close that no moonlight pierced the shadows. Finally the Greek stopped and pointed above his head. "We must climb the rocks," he said. "Are you equal to it?"
Just then a huge savage, wearing a leopard skin about his waist, advanced through the crowd, which fell back at his approach. He was accompanied by a small, weazened Arab who at once demanded if the newcomers could "spik Inglis?" "Go ahead now," whispered Canaris, "and luck be with you. That big fellow is the head man." For a moment Guy could find no voice, and failure stared him in the face.
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