“You received some money at Luxor. This is a dangerous place, so I will myself take care of your money until you are in safety, or rejoin your friends. Give it to me.”
Archie grinned.
“Why, you’re as big a thief as Van Dorn,” he answered, easily. “But I’ve fooled you, my good Arab. The money is now in Cook’s bank at Luxor, and I don’t believe they’ll give it up if you go and ask them.”
The Arab frowned; but perhaps he remembered there was more important game to be bagged, for he said no more about Archie’s money, to the boy’s great relief.
“Did the jackal secure much treasure?” he inquired, turning to me with a trace of eagerness in his voice.
“Quite a lot. Enough to load two camels,” I replied.
“And did any remain after that?”
“Plenty, as far as I could judge.”
“Where is the place?”
“I could not find it again if I tried; nor could my companions. Van Dorn did not tell us how to get to it. He led us there at night, and it is still his secret as far as we are concerned.”