“I know it,” returned Nick, in the same low tone. “But he hasn’t got us yet.”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PRIEST SHOWS HIS POWER.
“What do you suppose his game is?” asked Jefferson, glancing cautiously about him.
“To get our rifles and cartridges,” replied Nick briefly.
“What could he do with them, even if he had them? He doesn’t know anything about firearms. You can see that.”
“It would not take him long to learn. These Bolongus are quick-witted and able in every way. That is apparent by the style of those big buildings over yonder. Then you must not forget how scientifically they embalm their dead. You haven’t forgotten what we saw in the old witch doctor’s cavern, have you?”
The millionaire shuddered.
“Indeed, I haven’t, Carter. I——”
“I have that embalmed head in my pocket now,” went on Nick, smiling mischievously. “Want to look at it?”