“I do not oppose it, sahib,” replied Jai Singh, with dignity. “I need not tell that I am ready to fight. My spear is sharp and my arm strong. Besides, I have learned to use the revolver I carry in my sash. But I know of the danger that is behind the walls of Shangore, and it is not well that you should forget it, either.”
“We do not forget it,” put in Nick Carter. “But we have to bring Leslie Arnold away, and we must take whatever risks there are. Jai Singh, will you make them understand that we will go back?”
Jai Singh bowed in acquiescence, and, picking up his spear, was about to go down the pass through the rocks that led to the valley, on the opposite side of which the towers and roofs of Shangore glistened in the early-morning sun.
“Wait,” ordered Nick. “Where are you going?”
“To the cliff beyond, where the men in the valley can see me.”
“I understand. You will give them a sign that they will understand. Well, tell them we will come at once.”
Jai Singh bowed again, and disappeared, while Nick Carter turned to give a few last words of advice to those with him.
“We have been here all night,” he began, “and we are rested. We have had a good breakfast, and are strong enough to fight.”
“You bet!” threw in Patsy Garvan energetically.
“It isn’t likely we shall be called on to do anything of the kind at first,” went on Nick. “But we shall have to use our brains if we are to come through this enterprise in safety, and also bring Leslie Arnold with us.”