“I accept your test,” replied Nick Carter. “I’ll shoot at that goat.”
CHAPTER VII.
WHAT THE DEATH STICK DID.
There was a grin on the face of the priest that even the full gray beard could not conceal. He believed he had set an impossible task for this strange white man. He did not want him to win.
What purpose he had in case of failure was locked in his own bosom. Perhaps he meant to kill the whole party.
Or he may have meant to make them prisoners. The Golden Scarab was always crying for sacrifices, according to the people of that land.
“I accept your test,” went on Nick Carter. “But on one condition: Your mountain goat is quite four spears’ lengths away even for the strongest of your men. That means that my death stick is four times as powerful as any of your spears.”
Calaman nodded.
“If I win, you shall lead us into your city of Shangore and deliver up the white man you hold prisoner. In exchange for him I will give you some of these strange weapons of ours.”