“Why, yes. I do see somebody.”
“Don’t you think it might be the spooks of some of those old kings snooping about to find out what we want in here?”
“No, I’ll tell you what I think it is.”
“What?”
“Some of our fellows who think they’ll put up a trick on us.”
“Oh, ho! That’s it, eh? What do you know about that? Let’s turn the tables on them.”
“Good, we’ll slip away from the guide and hide off in that corridor there. When they come along we’ll give them a scare they won’t forget in a hurry.”
The guide was in another part of the Tomb chamber and the boys made a noiseless exit in the direction Ned had indicated. They crept into the shadows, chuckling in low tones over the scare they were going to give their fun-loving ship-mates. At last it grew quite dark. The boys decided to halt. Before long they heard something to confirm their theory. Whisperings began to draw near to them.
“Hush!” hissed Ned warningly.
“S-s-s-s-say, those fellows aren’t talking in English!”