"I hear voices again," whispered Dan.
"So do I, now. I wonder where they are?"
"Let's creep around this corridor. Speak only in whispers until we find out whether they are friends or enemies."
After making the turn the lads found they could hear the voices more plainly. A moment more and their groping fingers made the discovery that they were touching wood.
"It's a door," whispered Dan. "Be ready to meet some trouble. I'm going in."
The door opened with a great noise, it's rusty hinges squeaking warningly.
Two Bedouins were sitting cross-legged on the stone floor. Above their heads hung a smoky oil lamp, while about the walls were weapons.
"We have lost our way," said Dan courteously. "If you will show us the way out we will pay you well."
With an angry exclamation the two Bedouins sprang to their feet, making a dash for their revolvers in a niche in the wall. Davis caught the significance of the movement.
"Down them, Sam!"