He thought of Nicodemus and saw that he needed succor.
“Pomp will be on the outlook,” he reflected; “he can easily fool them. Our duty is here.”
So he whispered to Barney to crouch low in the bushes and await developments.
They were not long in coming.
Dooley and five of his men, armed to the teeth, set forth to capture the air-ship. This left five men in the camp with the prisoner, Beere.
Captain Nicodemus was in a very despondent state of mind. Just as despair was getting a firm grip on him he heard a sibilant whistle at his elbow.
It was so low that it did not travel beyond his ears. He turned his head eagerly.
Then a whisper came to him.
“Don’t get discouraged—we are here to rescue you.”
“Good!” returned the captain. “You missed me?”