Indeed, this was evident from the fact that at the mouth of it, wrapped up in something, lay none other than her maid, Janee, for her face being towards us, was recognised by us both in the flare of the flaming branch.

One more thing we noted, namely, that two of the cannibals, evidently a guard, were sleeping between us and the little tent.

Of course they ought to have been awake, but fatigue had overcome them and there they slumbered, seated on the ground, their heads hanging forward almost upon their knees.
An idea came to me.

If we could kill those men without waking the others in that gloom, it might be possible to rescue Inez at once.

Rapidly I weighed the _pros_ and _cons_ of such an attempt.