“No—not yet,” was the grim reply. “But the evil-doers were going to come back and kill me if I not tell where to find treasure. It is time now that they come. Let us go in haste, or they will stab us.”
“Treasure?” cried Bob. “You mean they wanted you to tell where the hidden riches in the desert are?”
“Yes. They were going torture me if I not tell. They are demons. Allah curse them!”
“But how did they know?” demanded Bob. “How did they find out about it? They’re not the same ones who wrecked the train, are they?”
Fekmah shook his head.
“How they find out, I not know,” he said.
Cautiously they made for the door and opened it. Satisfied that there was no one in sight, they walked through the hallway and into the alcove.
“Now we must be careful,” Bob warned. “I knocked a man out a while ago, and he may have come to by now.”
But when they reached the place, they found the fellow still limp.