"What devilment are they working now?" thought Jack.
They flashed the light just then upon the objects of their search.
Two huge sacks lay upon the floor.
Jack but imperfectly discerned what they were; but a sickening dread stole over him, as the two eunuchs raised one of the sacks from the floor, and bearing it to the window, while its contents writhed and struggled desperately, hurled it out.
A stifled groan.
A shriek.
A splash.
Jack could hear no more.
He was about to dart out from his hiding-place upon those black-hearted wretches, when a third person stepped into the chamber.
He said something to the two men—a few sharp words in an authoritative tone—and they retired.