“The Land of the Golden Scarab,” put in Jai Singh quietly. “It is also called Bolongu. I did not tell you.”
“If you had, I should have known a great deal more about it,” remarked Nick Carter. “Bolongu is a comparatively familiar name to me. I had heard of the Land of the Golden Scarab only occasionally. Pike is up there, is he?”
Leslie Arnold would have answered, but just then there came a concerted howl from above that indicated an intention on the part of the enemy to do something and to do it quickly.
Adil had been scouting without the knowledge of any of the party. He returned now, with a grave face.
He turned toward Nick Carter, as if to tell him something, when he caught sight of the face of Leslie Arnold. With a cry of pleasure there could be no mistaking, he rushed at his young employer and grasped both his hands.
“Adil!”
“Sahib!”
“Where did you come from, Adil? I thought they’d killed you.”
“They tried. But Sahib Carter would not let them. The medicine man died by a snake. The others ran away when Sahib Carter and the others from America bade them. But you, Sahib Arnold? How is it?”
“I got away four days after they took you down into the hills to offer you as a sacrifice in the land you came from. That was to make the sacrifice good for that part of the country,” answered Leslie.