"Perfectly; if the moon was not so bright we would go straight to it, but the whole city is out of doors and we must pick our path. I wonder whether father and mother have had any trouble."
"We can only hope that they have not. What course are you following?" asked Avery a minute later, when they turned into a still narrower street. "If they keep on contracting in this fashion we shall find ourselves caught like the Man in the Iron Mask."
"I am trying to get away from the crowds of people, but they seem to be everywhere."
"Helloa! What does that mean?"
Avery stopped short, drawing his pistol and looking behind him. Marian knew more about the people than he did. She understood the significance of that horrible cry.
"Quick, Baird! We have no time to lose.
"But tell me," he added, moving on again, "what is the meaning of those cries?"
"They are those of the natives who have come upon the dead body of one of their number. It may be that of one who had been pursuing the Englishman you told me about, or it may be one who was killed by an enemy of his own race; but many of them lay his death to the door of the English."
"But they know nothing about us——"
"See!" whispered Marian, catching his arm with a nervous start; "they have discovered us, and are running this way."