‪“Great heavens!” gasped Frank. ‪“What does it mean? Barney! Where are you? Answer if you can.” A long wail went up from Pomp’s lips. “Lor’ sakes, Marse Frank, he am gwine gone to his death. Dat big stone hab jes’ crushed him to death fo’ suah.” “It can’t be—it must not be so!” cried Frank, with horror, and half insane, he was about to spring upon the stone himself, when Pomp pulled him back. “Fo’ goodness, Marse Frank, don’ yo’ go an’ do dat same fing!” cried the affrighted darky. “Yo’ will follow Barney, an’ den whatebber dis chile do?” “But we must know Barney’s fate!” cried Frank, desperately. Again and again he called the name of his faithful servitor. But no answer came back. All was the silence of the tomb. Bathed in cold perspiration, Frank laid his hands upon the stone and essayed to move it. But he could not do this. What other resort he would have tried, it is impossible to say, but at that moment a warning cry broke from Pomp’s lips. “Fo’ Hebbin’s sake, Marse Frank, jes’ yo’ look yender. I done fink we bettah skip fo’ de Steam Man.” Frank glanced in the direction indicated. Through the arches of the temple he saw the court-yard beyond. Through this, three huge tigers were coming at full speed. There was not a moment to lose. In their exposed position Frank had no hopes of overcoming three such savage brutes. Accordingly the safest method to pursue was to fly to the Steam Man. Without further hesitation and with one impulse, Frank and Pomp started. They sped through the court like a flash. One of the tigers let out a tremendous savage roar. All of the savage beasts were in hot pursuit of the two men. Fortunately they had not far to go. Frank reached the wagon first and sprang in. Pomp followed, and they had just time to shut the door in the cage, when the foremost of the tigers came bounding against it. One of the tigers sprang on the top of the cage and crouched there, trying to claw his way through the netting. The others kept leaping against the side of the wagon ferociously. Pomp had sprung for a rifle, and would have fired at the brutes. But a strange incident prevented. Suddenly the notes of a strange sounding horn sounded through the arches of the temple. Instantly the three tigers leaped down and went skulking away across the court-yard. Pomp and Frank were so completely amazed that they were for a moment speechless and inactive. “Fo’ massy’s sake!” gasped Pomp, in utter amazement. “Whatebber am de meanin’ ob dat?” ‪“Why, it looks as if they were trained tigers,” replied Frank, a swift comprehension breaking over him. “Ah, I was right—there is their master.” Both saw, standing upon an angle of the court-yard wall, an individual, the like of which neither had ever seen before. He was almost a pigmy in stature, but thickset and stout of frame. His complexion was the color of parchment, and his hair long, black and wiry, hung down over his shoulders.