Had the bandits removed his father’s body, or was it still in the cave?
Could he not snap the cords which bound him, and escape from that living tomb?
“Hush!”
Was that a human voice, or only the playful prank of a gust of wind?
Max, madcap as he was, had learned wisdom.
He was not going to fall into any trap, and so he did not speak.
“Son of the morning, thou wilt die.”
“Am I dreaming,” Max wondered, “or have I gone mad?”
He raised his head, but his eyes could not penetrate the darkness.
“Confound it!” he muttered, “this is Egyptian darkness with a vengeance.”