“Got any?” hailed Tom, as he saw the lantern Jack carried come bobbing toward him.
“I should say I had.”
“Good ones?”
“They’ll stuff the dogs full and give us a meal besides.”
“That’s the stuff, the mamelukes are very hungry.”
“So they are saying.”
“We’ll have to hurry up and feed them while Joe gets something to eat.”
“I guess we are as famished as they are. I know I——”
Jack, who had been hurrying forward with his fish, uttered a sharp cry of pain and fell to the ground.
At the same time Tom heard a clicking sound not unlike the sliding back of a rifle magazine, only louder. He rushed forward to where Jack lay upon the ground.