"Lantin!" I cried, extending my hands. He gripped them, his eyes sparkling.
"Where have you been?" I asked eagerly. "Were you in the city here all the time?"
"All the time since I left you," he affirmed. "They brought me directly here, Wheeler, and of course when I got here I knew at once that we had found the Raider's lair. Your friend Denham found me, a few hours ago, and told me where you were, but when I came here I saw that you were sleeping and didn't waken you."
"You should have," I told him. "But where is Denham now?"
"He'll be here soon," replied my friend. "He said he would go after his friends, who were helping him to look for me, and bring them here."
"But what of Cannell, Lantin?" I asked. "You have seen nothing of him in your stay here?"
His face clouded. "Nothing," he admitted. "I have searched for him, but how is one to find a single man in this city of thousands? And we do not even know that he is here, Wheeler. For all we know, he may have been killed long ago in some brawl here."
"Don't give up hope," I told him. "With Denham to help us, we have a far better chance to find him."
Lantin shook his head doubtfully, but before he could answer, our conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Denham and his three friends. As they came up to us, I gazed with mounting interest at the trio of strange companions who accompanied the Englishman.
One of them was patently a Roman, a short, sturdy man with swarthy, stern-set features, attired in armor and helmet. The man beside him was brown-skinned and long-haired, with eagle black eyes, dressed in spotted skins, quilted cotton armor, and head-dress of feathers. He carried a curious long sword, or weapon, whose edges were serrated, or saw-toothed, and the weapon gave me the clue to his identity. I had seen swords exactly like it brought out of the Aztec ruins in Mexico.