The hand of Patsy Garvan stole to his belt, but Nick Carter shook his head, and his young assistant attacked his food like the rest.
CHAPTER V.
THE SCRATCH AT THE DOOR.
“I have my long knife in my sash, where it is hidden,” whispered Jai Singh to Nick Carter, who was next to him. “I could stick that fat pig at my side before he knew what I meant to do. Then you and the others could clean out the remainder with your pistols.”
“Hush, Jai Singh!” responded Nick guardedly. “They will hear you.”
“No. They are too far from us to hear me whisper. Will you let me do it? We can, I am sure.”
“It would be of no use,” replied Nick, from behind the goblet as he lifted it to his mouth. “Even if we killed off most of those here, there are hundreds of others within hearing. We could never get out of the building.”
“It would be a good way to die,” insisted Jai Singh.
“We came here to get Sahib Leslie,” the detective reminded him.
This had more effect upon the tall Hindu than anything else that had been said. He was loyal to the two Arnolds.