"They've got it sewed up in a bag! And we've not a knife among us!" Then, as we tugged and pulled at that tough cloth we heard a sound that made Terry lift his head like a war horse--the sound of an unmistakable giggle, yes--three giggles.
There they were--Celis, Alima, Ellador--looking just as they had when we first saw them, standing a little way off from us, as interested, as mischievous as three schoolboys.
"Hold on, Terry--hold on!" I warned.

"That's too easy.

Look out for a trap." "Let us appeal to their kind hearts," Jeff urged.

"I think they will help us.

Perhaps they've got knives." "It's no use rushing them, anyhow," I was absolutely holding on to Terry.