In five minutes they reached the main street. From the slight ridge on which they stood they could see stretching afar on either hand the moonlit roadway, spectered with the dark shadows of the houses. They had been traveling on three sides of a square. Fifty yards down the street the tower of the Emir's palace was visible, outlined faintly against the pale-gray sky. As they stepped from the shadows upon the open roadway, an Arab stalked from a doorway opposite, and without troubling himself to come nearer addressed Canaris in a strange tongue. Guy's heart seemed to leap into his throat as he nervously handled the revolver that stuck in his belt. Canaris coolly replied in a low voice. The Arab evinced no intention of coming any nearer, and in an instant more the fugitives had plunged into the gloom of another cross street. On all sides now were rude abodes, some of sandstone, others of clay, and at some places even tents were to be seen. Laughter and loud talking came from open windows. Two or three fierce looking Somali warriors stalked past in dignified silence, and an Arab sheik, wrapped closely in his garment, looked at them cautiously as he hurried by. Melton now walked with difficulty. His wound had broken out afresh and was bleeding. The weight of the rifle was too much for him, and he was compelled to abandon it in the road. "A little farther now," said Canaris encouragingly, "and we shall be safe." Melton tried to walk faster, leaning on Guy's arm, but at last, with a moan of pain, he sank to the ground. "Go on, leave me; save yourselves," he whispered feebly, as they bent over him and tried to lift him to his feet. "One more effort, my dear Melton," implored Guy in an agony, "only one more effort, and we shall be safe. We can carry you if you can't walk." "No," he gasped. "Go at once. You can escape. I would only keep you back and cause your capture; better one than three." Guy threw an appealing glance at Canaris. The Greek's features were immovable. He calmly waited the result of Guy's pleading. "My brave fellow," said Chutney, in a husky voice, kneeling down and clasping Melton's hand, "I refuse to accept your sacrifice. I shall remain here with you and we will meet our fate together. Canaris, save yourself while there is yet time. I will not desert my friend." The Greek paused irresolutely. The convulsive workings of his face showed the struggle going on in his mind. Suddenly Melton rose on one elbow and cried excitedly: "Go, go, I tell you." Guy shook his head. "No," he said decidedly. "I shall remain." "You are throwing your lives away," said Melton bitterly. "Here, help me up. I will make another effort." In an instant Guy and Canaris had gladly pulled him to his feet, and off they went again as rapidly as possible. All was quiet around them. A deep silence, broken only by the occasional low of a cow, had enwrapped the town. So far their escape had remained undiscovered.