“I don’t agree with you there, Chick. If we are dead, it won’t matter much what monkey tricks they play with us afterward. Only I don’t intend to let them kill any of us. So there will be no niches in the temple for us to be put in. As for Leslie, we came into this city to rescue him, and we are going to do it.”
Nick Carter said this in the resolute tone usual with him when he had made up his mind, and it inspired confidence in all his companions.
Patsy Garvan indulged in a chuckle, and Jefferson Arnold edged up to the detective in the blackness and nudged him with an elbow. It was the next best thing to shaking hands.
“Hush!” whispered Chick suddenly. “What’s that?”
“What?” blurted out Patsy.
“Oh, keep quiet,” rebuked Chick. “Listen!”
“Something is moving outside the door,” whispered Nick Carter.
“I heard it,” added Jefferson Arnold.
“So did I,” declared Adil, who had not spoken much since he had been in the cell.
They all listened—except Jai Singh, who still snored contentedly.