“Oh!” gasped Dick.
“I followed him, of course, sir, for it was plain enough he was stealing, and I had to go gently, too, so as not to be heard. Where do you think he was going, sir?”
“How can I tell?” cried Dick, pressing a hand to his aching head.
“Up to the back of the big image, sir, where the hiding-places like cells are.”
“Yes; and then?” said Dick.
“Well, sir, I arrested him for looting, took away the bag, and shut him up in the big idol, a prisoner, spite of all he could say. And there he is now, and he may shout for help till all’s blue; no one could hear him call. Now do you see what I mean?”
“Yes; it’s horrible,” cried Dick. “The man will starve to death.”
“He will, sir, as sure as I’m here. And you know it was the moment I got down to the temple floor again that one of the guard came with the order for us to evacuate the place; and from that minute, what with the hurry and confusion and one thing and another, I never remembered a word about it till just now, when the fighting and smoke seemed to clear my head.”
“Then we must go back at once,” cried Dick.
“Go back!” said Hulton.