He opened his hand and revealed the curious object that Patsy had described as a stale doughnut.
Nick Carter took it in his fingers and shuddered slightly. The thing was the ear of some image. It was about twice the size of a man’s ear, carved elaborately out of gray soapstone.
“What is it?” murmured Nick, as a strange feeling, uncanny and enervating, stole throughout his whole being.
“It is the ear of one of the little gods of the Land of the Golden Scarab,” rumbled Jai Singh. “When you find the image it belongs to, you will also find Sahib Leslie Arnold.”
CHAPTER VIII.
READY FOR INVASION.
“Well, the thing to do is to push on,” decided Nick Carter briskly, as Jai Singh handed back the soapstone ear to him. “We’ll keep this pretty relic as a sort of cue for what we are to do when we get to the Land of Golden Scarab. Are we on the right road to that interesting place?”
“Straight up this river till we get to where it pours out of the sacred rocks among the Himalayas,” replied Jai Singh.
“It is on the borders of Nepal, isn’t it?” asked Chick.
“Not far from there,” returned Jai Singh. “It would be well to take up the anchor and go on.”
“Aren’t we going to have another mix-up with that bunch of coffee-colored robbers over there?” grumbled Patsy.