An hour passed.
Suddenly Ross became aware of an unusual sound. From somewhere in back of him came a low “Hist!” so low as hardly to be heard. Stealthily, he raised himself to the height of the barred window and peered into the darkness.
Dimly he could make out a head outlined against the sky. A low, whispered voice spoke:
“You take!”
Unmistakably it was the voice of Wong. There was a grating sound as of something being passed between the bars.
Ross reached out his hand and it closed over cold steel.
An automatic!
“You take!” again came the whispered voice.
This time Ross found his hand closing over a cartridge belt.
“Me bring Ga’fin. You shoot!”