"Hist!" It was a signal from the guide.
All stopped, then cautiously advanced again. In a minute more they came in view of the bamboo prison. And yonder were the guards, seated by a blazing log fire—a fire that revealed their fiercely-savage faces, but left all else in Rembrandtesque darkness.
Savoo, the guide, pointed to a spot just behind them, and whispered to Quambo.
Quambo in his turn conferred with Fred and Frank, and in a moment a plan of action was agreed to.
Quambo was to rush on, and throwing his huge bulk against the door, burst it open, while the other three settled matters with the spear-armed sentries.
For that matter they might have shot them where they sat; but Fred was averse to using firearms before it was absolutely necessary.
Savoo was armed with a huge club. Fred and Frank, in addition to their revolvers, had each a sword.
"Are we all ready?"
"All ready."
"Then dash on."