The Naztecs gazed upon the scene with a look of wonderment in their eyes.
True, they had such things as dogs in their country, but none like the faithful animal who was now before them, and who had saved his master’s life!
At a signal from the king, or ruler, of the place, the crowd clapped their hands in a burst of applause, and then began singing a sort of chant.
At this moment Azurma, who had hitherto been unobserved, came upon them.
Reginald Lacy was one of the first to notice her, and when he did so he gave a start of surprise.
She had joined the Naztecs in singing the chant, and appeared to be perfectly acquainted with it.
The moment the king laid his eyes upon the newcomer, he made a sudden signal, and everybody, save Lacy and the girl herself, dropped upon their knees.
Azurma seemed as much astonished as Lacy at the proceedings, but she did not hesitate to shake hands with the man who had preceded her to the queer country.
“Do you know these people?” asked Lacy, quickly.
“No; I never saw nor heard of them before.”