"Insofar as I am concerned they have succeeded admirably," admitted Marcus. "If one could be scared out of seven years growth retroactively, I would soon be a child again."
Bill West threw a protective arm about Rhonda Terry. "Lie down and roll under the car," he said. "You'll be safe from arrows there."
"And get grease in my eyes? No, thanks."
"Here comes the sheik's man now," said Baine. "There's somebody behind him on the horse—a white man."
"It's Clarence," said West.
As the Arab reined his pony in near Orman, Noice slipped to the ground.
"Well, what was it?" demanded the director.
"Same thing that happened up in front back there," replied Noice. "There was a volley of arrows without any warning, two men killed; then we turned and fired; but we didn't see any one, not a soul. It's uncanny. Say, those blacks of ours are all shot. Can't see anything but the whites of their eyes, and they're shaking so their teeth rattle."
"Is Pat hurryin' the rest of the safari into camp?" asked Orman.
Noice grinned. "They don't need any hurryin'. They're comin' so fast that they'll probably go right through without seein' it."