“Yes,” he said after a pause, “I can read it. It is French.”
“Go on,” said Canaris. “Tell me quickly what it is.”
“It translates as follows,” rejoined Guy:
“Half way between Elephant Peak and the Lion’s Head. The south side of the stone kraal. The rock with the cross.”
Canaris sprang to his feet and staggered back against the wall of the dungeon.
“It was Providence that brought you here,” he cried. “It is wonderful, wonderful!”
“What do you mean?” said Guy. “How can this aid us?”
“It is the secret of the cave,” replied Canaris. “The stone kraal is a curious formation of rocks that lie between the two mountains that bear those names. Close by is the village of the chief of all the Gallas.”
“But how under the sun can this discovery benefit us?” repeated Guy, half angrily. “Can you open our prison for us, Canaris?”
The Greek threw a cautious glance toward the door and then whispered in a voice that trembled with emotion: “Nothing is impossible; hope for the best. But stay,” he added in sudden fear; “I must have money, or all is lost. Alas! you have none, I am sure.”