"Yes," assented the surgeon with a glow of patriotic pride, "our whole population is not an eighth of this country's, but we are as much its master as though our army were ten times as big."
Since the two were talking thus familiarly, the doctor, having made a remark, awaited the reply of his friend. But Harkins was as still as the idol had been for hundreds of years.
"What's the matter?" asked Avery in some surprise.
Harkins raised his hand.
"Sh! hark!"
The surgeon did as requested, but was unable to hear anything to justify the action of his friend.
"I say, my boy," remarked Harkins a minute later, "we haven't yet unearthed all the mysteries of this old temple."
"To what do you refer?"
"We are not the only persons in it. While you were speaking a little while ago I heard voices."
"Are you sure of that?"