"They won't kill you like a white man," said Kraski. "They'll torture you if you stay."
Bluber wrung his hands, and the sweat of fear rolled down his oily face. "Oi! vy did I done it? vy did I done it?" he wailed. "Vy didn't I stay home in London vere I belong?"
"Shut up!" snapped Flora. "Don't you know that if you do anything to arouse the suspicion of these fellows they will be on us at once? There is only one thing for us to do and that is to wait until they precipitate the attack upon the Arabs. We will still have our weapons, for they do not plan to steal them from us until after the Arabs are killed. In the confusion of the fight, we must make our escape into the jungle, and after that—God knows—and God help us."
"Yes," blubbered Bluber, who was in a blue funk, "Gott help us!"
A moment later Luvini came to them. "All is ready, Bwanas," he said. "As soon as the evening meal has been eaten, be in readiness. You will hear a shot, that will be the signal. Then open fire upon the Arabs."
"Good," said Kraski; "we have just been talking about it and we have decided that we will take our stand near the gate to prevent their escape."
"It is well," said Luvini, "but you must remain here." He was addressing Flora. "It would not be safe for you to be where there is to be fighting. Remain here in your tent, and we will confine the fighting to the other side of the village and possibly
