"My prayer has been heard," said he. "Glory to Zoroaster!"
At that he lifted a hand to an ear and turned his head towards the entrance to the cave.
Those in the gallery listened, too. Sure enough, footsteps were approaching.
A little after, the daylight at the entrance was obscured by a figure—the figure of a tall and slender man dressed in the clothes of a European. For a moment he stood quite motionless, shading his eyes with a hand.
It was apparent that, newly come from the daylight, the new-comer was unable to see in the half-light of the cavern. Neither could he himself be recognized by those in the gallery.
Presently he came forward until he stood before the Guardian of the Cave, and the light from the burning lamp fell full upon his face.
Harry Urquhart caught his breath, and his hand went quickly to the handle of his revolver, when he recognized von Hardenberg, who had come to his journey's end.
[CHAPTER XXVII—The Black Dog Bites]
For some moments the two men stood facing one another. Neither spoke nor moved.
As they stood thus, a third person entered, swiftly, silently, without being seen either by von Hardenberg or the Guardian of the Cave. Those in the gallery saw who it was: the man was the sheikh, the Black Dog of the Cameroons.