“Hey!” suddenly bellowed Chick. “Look who’s here!”
Across the sand came bounding a great dog. He pushed aside two or three of the soldiers, and the next minute had his paws on Nick Carter’s shoulders and was licking his face.
It was Captain!
“All right, old man!” exclaimed Nick. “I know you mean well, but keep away from my cheek, will you? Down, Captain!”
The great bloodhound dropped to the sand at once, while the detective patted his head with an affection that Captain understood even better than words.
“Look, chief!” cried Patsy Garvan. “They are setting all the prisoners free!”
CHAPTER X.
WHAT THE GOLDEN SCARAB WAS.
It was just as Nick Carter’s friends rushed to his side, to help him in case there should be any hostile demonstration, that Lord Slava, with his men, came swarming into the arena, and gave a loud command.
The soldiers who had been under the dominion of Calaman were merely hirelings, and when they saw that the death of the Golden Scarab appeared to mean the overthrow of the men who had for so long been the rulers, they were eager to flock to the new leader’s standard.