Instead, feeling that Tip also must feel the dread he felt, he nerved himself to be not only calm, but matter-of-fact.
“Well,” he remarked, “We’ve heard the Voice and found the secret way. And that’s that!”
Chapter 17
BLACK SILENCE
Without looking up from the radio over which he was fussing, Doctor Ryder spoke snappishly. His nerves were on edge.
“We ought not to have brought him.”
“But he was so clever,” protested Clark, “and surely if anybody ever could interpret what that temple must hide in that queer sound, he’d be the one. He interpreted claws on glass, you said—and——”
“Be still. Let me listen.”
The doctor fidgeted, trying to tune, to amplify, to adjust knobs on the unresponsive radio set.
“We had no intention of getting him into hot water,” Clark said, morosely. “We did want to get into that temple. The bandits were unforeseen complications; but when the Lama came, I thought that for Roger it would all be simple, once he got into the lamasery.”
He watched a few minutes.