Melton obeyed instructions, and Guy pulled himself speedily to the top.
“Crouch down,” said Canaris; “don’t you see that watch-tower?” and he pointed to a dim mass rising from the wall some distance off. “That is the nearest tower,” he added. “I hardly think they can see us, but it is better to take precautions.”
The other two ropes were already dangling on the outer side of the wall. Canaris had planned everything for an emergency.
Guy took a hasty glance at the roofs and battlements spread before them on one side, the moonlit landscape on the other, and then he whispered down, “All right. Melton?”
“Yes, go ahead,” came the faint reply.
“Quick, they are coming!” cried Canaris in sudden excitement, and as he spoke a yell went up close at hand, and three or four dark figures turned the corner of the nearest slave-prison.
THEN THE SPEAR FLASHED IN THE TORCHLIGHT.
A big Somali was in the lead, and, spying Melton, he raised his spear.