Hetherington and the stranger remained in conversation for some moments, and then approached the two lads.
“This is Lieutenant Edwards,” introduced Hetherington. “Lieutenant, Frank Chadwick and Jack Templeton.”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m sure,” greeted the lieutenant, extending a hand, which both boys grasped in turn. “Hetherington has told me of what assistance you have been to him. Let me add my thanks to his.”
“Where are Lord Hastings and the rest of the party?” demanded Hetherington of the lieutenant.
The lieutenant glanced at the boys quickly, a question in his eyes. Hetherington noted the look.
“Oh, they are all right,” he said.
“Well,” said the lieutenant. “Lord Hastings and Dellaya will be along to-morrow. The others were delayed in some unaccountable manner, so we shall have to work without them; and quickly, too,” he added.
“But the arms and ammunition?” cried Hetherington in alarm.
“Oh, that part is all right. The ship will land the arms and ammunition at a point already selected in the Gulf of Sidra day after to-morrow. Also the money is ready. We must do our part in the meantime.”
“But if Dellaya sees me with the sheik he will know me in a minute,” protested Hetherington.