“Is it Prince Marcos?” he called out cautiously. “Say ‘Yes’ if it is. I am a friend of his.”
“Yes.”
“I thought so. That was Prince Miguel talking to you just now, was it not?”
“Who are you?” was the noncommittal rejoinder. “I don’t know you—do I?”
“You ought to. I am Chickering Carter. My boss is Nicholas Carter. We are both trying to help you get back to Joyalita.”
“Of course!” replied Marcos heartily. “I beg your pardon for not knowing your voice at first. Have you got a knife?”
“Yes,” answered Chick rather wonderingly. “What can I do with that?”
“Use it, when any one comes down to you,” was the reply. “They’re going to have an interview with you soon, according to what I was just told. You will have to do what they tell you, or——”
There was a pause, and Chick waited for several seconds before he burst out eagerly:
“Well, go on. I have to do as I am told, or—what?”