At that moment a heavy hand was laid upon Enoch’s shoulder. He turned, and found himself face to face with Ashah. The executioner’s features wore a grim smile.
CHAPTER XX.
IN AJEEB’S CLUTCHES.
“Release me!” exclaimed Cook, trembling with fright.
“Oh, no.”
Enoch drew his revolver, only to have it snatched from his grasp.
“What do you mean?”
Ashah’s hand had closed on Cook’s coat collar. The latter tried to break away, but did not succeed.
“I do not mean to harm you,” remarked the Abyssinian.
At this Enoch ceased to struggle.
“Then why do you not release me?”