In short, both of them were stone dead and would tell no stories this side of Judgment Day.
Recovering my axe, which had been wrenched from my hand, I crept forward and opened the curtain-like rugs or blankets, I do not know which they were, that covered Inez.

I heard her stir at once.

The movement had wakened her, since captives sleep lightly.
"Make no noise, Inez," I whispered.

"It is I, Allan Quatermain, come to rescue you.

Slip out and follow me; do you understand ?" "Yes, quite," she whispered back and began to rise.
At this moment a blood-curdling yell seemed to fill earth and heaven, a yell at the memory of which even now I feel faint, although I am writing years after its echoes died away.
I may as well say at once that it came from Janee who, awaking suddenly, had perceived against the background of the sky, Hans standing over her, looking like a yellow devil with a long knife in his hand, which she thought was about to be used to murder her.
So, lacking self-restraint, she screamed in the most lusty fashion, for her lungs were excellent, and--the game was up.
Instantly every man sleeping round the fire leapt to his feet and rushed in the direction of the echoes of Janee's yell.