“I always suspected that the Golden Scarab worked in this way,” put in the deep voice of Lord Slava behind them. “I never knew till now. Well, this is the end of that kind of thing.”
Nick Carter got up and saw that Lord Slava was accompanied by a dozen or so more of men of dignified mien, and he understood that the trouble with Calaman’s guards was over.
“Where are all the soldiers that were so bent on killing you and your people a few minutes ago?” asked the detective.
“A few of them are dead,” replied Slava, with a shrug. “But most of them have gone to their quarters, to remain there till they are summoned to the palace.”
Hardly were the words out of Lord Slava’s mouth, when the sound of tramping feet on the sand made them all turn around.
There was a loud shout of angry men, and the next moment the little party around the remains of the Golden Scarab found themselves in the midst of as hot an affray as the average man could possibly desire.
CHAPTER XI.
NICK HANDS BACK A RELIC.
“Beat them back, boys! It’s only a bluff!” shouted the voice of Leslie Arnold, from somewhere in the middle of the invaders.
“Look out!” bellowed Jefferson. “They’ve got my boy again! Carter, I depend on you!”