“CHENOBI!” the baronet roared, “Chenobi!”
“Where the deuce can the fellow have got to?” he went on. “He said he’d meet us, and here we’ve been waiting over an hour, and not a sign of him yet.”
“Perhaps he’s met with some accident?” Mervyn suggested.
“I guess not,” replied the Yankee, “the Ayuti’s cute enough to keep out of danger. He’ll be along here presently, you’ll see. There you are”—as the sound of hoofs became audible—“I reckon he’s arrived.”
The next moment Chenobi’s hounds burst out of the gloom, followed a few seconds later by Muswani.
“I was delayed,” the king explained as he drew up; “I found three of the wolf-people hunting along the shore.”
“Did they attack you?” Seymour questioned.
“They will not follow the hunting trail again,” returned Chenobi significantly. “See, I have brought their weapons,” and he flung three spears to his friends.
