“Now we may speak in safety,” he told them. “But not loudly, for soon the crowd will begin to assemble.”
“Is the festival going to begin again?” asked Patsy.
“Very soon.”
“We are not too late to save my son—the white man who is to be sacrificed?” asked Jefferson Arnold eagerly.
“We are not too late,” replied Lord Slava quietly.
“They intend to kill him?” came from Chick.
“If they are not stopped.”
“They will be stopped,” declared Nick Carter grimly. “Thanks to Lord Slava, here, I am sure of it now.”
“I believe you can do it,” smiled Lord Slava. “But you must use great caution. I’ll confess I have helped you at the risk of my life. Calaman has no mercy on those who oppose him. I’m with you in this venture. In return, I ask you to stand by me.”
“Till the death!” returned Nick Carter earnestly.