“Well?”
Laura lifted her skirt and showed an unusual projection underneath.
“Lenora and I have pinned up our petticoats,” she announced. “We’ve got plenty of food and a bottle of water.”
Quest threw open the white Arab cloak which he had been wearing. He had three rifles strapped around him.
“The Professor’s got the ammunition,” he said, “and we’ve five horses tethered a hundred paces along the track we came by, just behind the second tree turning to the left. I want you all to go there now at once and take the rifles. There isn’t a soul in the camp and you can carry them wrapped in this cloak. I’ll join you in ten minutes.”
“What about Craig?” the Professor enquired.
“I am seeing to him,” Quest replied.
Lenora hesitated.
“Isn’t it rather a risk?” she whispered fearfully.
Quest’s face was suddenly stern.