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"Well," rejoined Canaris, "we shall travel only at night. If all goes well, we will be fifty miles distant in four or five days, and on the fifth night we shall reach our journey's end." "Our journey's end?" queried Guy. "Yes; of our land-journey at least, for we shall then be at the entrance to the underground river."
Then the refuge was before them, a tall column of rock rising from a clump of jungle grass and some low, stunted timber. It towered up in ledges and in a trice Canaris had sprung upon the first platform, and extended a helping hand to his companions. With frantic haste they climbed another jutting ledge and pulled themselves to the top.
Canaris was the last to enter, and with Melton's aid the stone, which was round in shape, was pulled back against the entrance, and all was darkness, save for one crevice an inch or two wide. The Greek peered sharply through this, and then exclaimed in a low whisper: "We are just in time. A party of Abyssinians are approaching through the jungle in pursuit of the Galla fugitive.
"Yes, Oko Sam is the chief." "Then Sir Arthur Ashby and Colonel Carrington are close at hand," exclaimed Guy. "And Momba," added Melton fervently. "All may be saved yet." "And was it to Oko Sam your comrades were sold as slaves?" cried Canaris. "Why did you not mention his name before? I could have told you this long ago." "I never thought of it," rejoined Guy. "I gave them up as lost forever.
They mistrust the Emir, and fear they will be cheated of the pleasure they are looking forward to." Guy turned pale. "Then we are lost!" he cried. "No, you are saved," said Canaris. "That very fact works for your salvation. The Emir is alarmed; he fears for himself, not for you.
Rao Khan has promised your lives to the people. It was his only hope, and now, his word once given, he will not dare to break it." Melton covered his face with his hands, and Guy staggered backward. "When?" he cried huskily. "Today?" "No," said Canaris, "not today. The Emir bids me tell you that you will have four days yet to live.
My name is Canaris Mataplan. At present I am an interpreter to Rao Khan, the Emir." "But your English?" cried Melton. "It is perfect." "I was a cafe-keeper at Cairo for seven years," replied the Greek. "I learned English there." An embarrassing pause now occurred. It was certain that the Greek was the bearer of tidings from the Emir. No one dared speak.
The Arab turned aside with a grunt of satisfaction as half a dozen natives came up, bearing leathern sacks of provisions, which were handed up, one at a time, to Guy and Canaris, and slung across the necks of their camels.
He was not altogether satisfied, for he no longer strode on confidently, but walked with a hesitating step. Guy and Melton shared his anxiety. "What's wrong?" inquired the former. "Have you missed the way, Canaris?" "I don't know," replied the Greek. "We must stop soon and wait for daylight. We ought to be close to the stone kraal by this time."
"There won't be much strain on your wound and we'll have you on the top in a jiffy." Melton obeyed instructions, and Guy pulled himself speedily to the top. "Crouch down," said Canaris; "don't you see that watch-tower?" and he pointed to a dim mass rising from the wall some distance off. "That is the nearest tower," he added. "I hardly think they can see us, but it is better to take precautions."
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