To-night, when the full moon is two hours high, there is to be a ceremony of sacrifice, and poor Higgs will be let down into the den of lions.

He was writing his will in a note-book when we saw him, as Barung had promised to send it to us." "Doctor," said the Sergeant, in a confidential voice, when he had digested this information, "would you translate for me a bit, as I want to have a talk with Cat there, and my Arabic don't run to it ?" I nodded, and we went to that corner of the plateau where Shadrach stood apart, watching and listening.
"Now, Cat," said the Sergeant (I give his remarks in his own language, leaving out my rendering) "just listen to me, and understand that if you tell lies or play games either you or I don't reach the top of this cliff again alive.

Do you catch on ?" Shadrach replied that he caught on.
"Very well.

You've told us that once you were a prisoner among the Fung and thrown to these holy lions, but got out.

Now just explain what happened." "This, O Quick.