had supper together again, but this time she was the hostess. And so the days passed until an excited native aroused the camp one day with an announcement that the expedition was returning. No words were necessary to apprise those who had been left behind that victory had not perched upon the banner of their little army. Failure was clearly written upon the faces of the leaders. Zveri greeted Zora and Colt, introducing the latter to his companions, and when Tony had been similarly presented the returning warriors threw themselves down upon cots or upon the ground to rest.
That night, as they gathered around the supper table, each party narrated the adventures that had befallen them since the expedition had left camp. Colt and Zora were thrilled by the stories of weird Opar, but no less mysterious was their tale of the death of Raghunath Jafar and his burial and uncanny resurrection.
'Not one of the boys would touch the body after that,' said Zora. 'Tony and Comrade Colt had to bury him themselves.'
'I hope you made a good job of it this time,' said Miguel.
'He hasn't come back again,' rejoined Colt with a grin.
'Who could have dug him up in the first place?' demanded Zveri.
'None of the boys certainly,' said Zora. 'They were all too much frightened by the peculiar circumstances surrounding his death.'
'It must have been the same creature that killed him,' suggested Colt, 'and whoever or whatever it was must have been possessed of almost superhuman strength to carry that heavy corpse into a tree and drop it upon us.'
'The most uncanny feature of it to me,' said Zora, 'is the fact that it was accomplished in absolute silence. I'll swear that not even a leaf rustled until just before the body hurtled down upon our table.'
'It could have been only a man,' said Zveri.
'Unquestionably,' said Colt, 'but what a man!'
As the company broke up later, repairing to their various tents, Zveri detained Zora with a gesture. 'I want to talk to you a minute, Zora,' he said, and the girl sank back into the chair she had just quitted. 'What do you think of this American? You have had a good opportunity to size him up.'
'He seems to be all right. He is a very likable fellow,' replied the girl.
'He said or did nothing, then, that might arouse your suspicion?' demanded Zveri.
'No,' said Zora, 'nothing at all.'
'You two have been alone here together for a number of days,' continued Zveri. 'Did he treat you with perfect respect?'
'He was certainly much more respectful than your friend, Raghunath Jafar.'
'Don't mention that dog to me,' said Zveri. 'I wish that I had been here to kill him myself.'
'I told him that you would when you got back, but someone beat you to it.'
They were silent for several moments. It was evident that Zveri was trying to frame into words something that was upon his mind. At last he spoke. 'Colt is a very prepossessing young man. See that you don't fall in love with him, Zora.'
'And why not?' she demanded. 'I have given my mind and my strength and my talent to the cause and, perhaps, most of my heart. But there is a corner of it that is mine to do with as I wish.'
'You mean to say that you are in love with him?' demanded Zveri.
'Certainly not. Nothing of the kind. Such an idea had not entered my head. I just want you to know, Peter, that in matters of this kind you may not dictate to me.'
'Listen, Zora. You know perfectly well that I love you, and what is more, I am going to have you. I get what I go after.'
'Don't bore me, Peter. I have no time for anything so foolish as love now. When we are well through with this undertaking, perhaps I shall take the time to give it a little thought.'
'I want you to give it a lot of thought right now, Zora,' he insisted. 'There are some details in relation to this expedition that I have not told you. I have not divulged them to anyone, but I am going to tell you now because I love you and you are going to become my wife. There is more at stake in this for us than you dream. After all the thought and all the risks and all the hardships, I do not intend to surrender all of the power and the wealth that I shall have gained to anyone.'
'You mean not even to the cause?' she asked.
'I mean not even to the cause, except that I shall use them both for the cause.'
'Then what do you intend? I do not understand you,' she said.
'I intend to make myself Emperor of Africa,' he declared, 'and I intend to make you my empress.'
'Peter!' she cried. 'Are you crazy?'
'Yes, I am crazy for power, for riches, and for you.'
'You can never do it, Peter. You know how far-reaching are the tentacles of the power we serve. If you fail it, if you turn traitor, those tentacles will reach you and drag you down to destruction.'
'When I win my goal, my power will be as great as theirs, and then I may defy them.'
'But how about these others with us, who are serving loyally the cause which they think you represent? They will tear you to pieces, Peter.'
The man laughed. 'You do not know them, Zora. They are all alike. All men and women are alike. If I offered to make them Grand Dukes and give them each a palace and a harem, they would slit their own mothers' throats to obtain such a prize.'
The girl arose. 'I am astounded, Peter. I thought that you, at least, were sincere.'
He arose quickly and grasped her by the arm. 'Listen, Zora,' he hissed in her ear, 'I love you, and because I love you I have put my life in your hands. But understand this, if you betray me, no matter how well I love you, I shall kill you. Do not forget that.'
'You did not have to tell me that, Peter. I was perfectly well aware of it.'
'And you will not betray me?' he demanded.
'I never betray a friend, Peter,' she said.
The next morning Zveri was engaged in working out the details of a second expedition to Opar based upon Romero's suggestions. It was decided that this time they would call for volunteers; and as the Europeans, the two Americans and the Filipino had already indicated their willingness to take part in the adventure, it remained now only to seek to enlist the services of some of the blacks and Arabs, and for this purpose Zveri summoned the entire company to a palaver. Here he explained just what they purposed doing. He stressed the fact that Comrade Romero had seen the inhabitants of the city and that they were only members of a race of stunted savages, armed only with sticks. Eloquently he explained how easily they might be overcome with rifles.
Practically the entire party was willing to go as far as the walls of Opar; but there were only ten warriors who would agree to enter the city with the white men, and all of these were from the askaris who had been left behind to guard camp and from those who had accompanied Colt from the Coast, none of whom had been subjected to the terrors of Opar. Not one of those who had heard the weird screams issuing from the ruins would agree to enter the city, and it was admitted among the whites that it was not at all unlikely that their ten volunteers might suddenly develop a change of heart when at last they stood before the frowning portals of Opar and heard the weird warning cry from its defenders.
Several days were spent in making careful preparations for the new expedition, but at last the final detail was completed; and early one morning Zveri and his followers set out once more upon the trail to Opar.
Zora Drinov had wished to accompany them, but as Zveri was expecting messages from a number of his various agents throughout Northern Africa, it had been necessary to leave her behind. Abu Batn and his warriors were left to guard the camp, and these, with a few black servants, were all who did not accompany the expedition.
Since the failure of the first expedition and the fiasco at the gates of Opar, the relations of Abu Batn and Zveri had been strained. The sheykh and his warriors, smarting under the charges of cowardice, had kept more to themselves than formerly; and though they would not volunteer to enter the city of Opar, they still resented the affront of their selection to remain behind as camp guards; and so it was that as the others departed, the Aarabs sat in the muk'aad of their sheykh's beyt es-sh'ar, whispering over their thick coffee, their swart scowling faces half hidden by their thorribs.
They did not deign even to glance at their departing comrades, but the eyes of Abu Batn were fixed upon the