“He’s in a bad way,” said the Greek. “We must leave here as soon as night comes, and as he is too ill to walk, he must be carried.”
“What do you propose to do?” asked Guy.
“Well,” rejoined Canaris, “we shall travel only at night. If all goes well, we will be fifty miles distant in four or five days, and on the fifth night we shall reach our journey’s end.”
“Our journey’s end?” queried Guy.
“Yes; of our land-journey at least, for we shall then be at the entrance to the underground river.”
CHAPTER XVI.
BESIEGED.
The African sun had gone down, leaving only a reddish tinge against the western horizon, when the three fugitives left their refuge and climbed to the top of the cliff. In the dim twilight it was impossible to make out the country which lay vaguely outspread at their feet.