iests, when they owned Mur as well as the land of the Fung, used to
hide themselves to watch whatever it was they wanted to see. Look," and
he pointed to certain grooves in the face of the rock, "I think that
here there was once a bridge which could be let down at will on to the
tail of the lion-god, though long ago it has rotted away. Yet ere now I
have travelled this road without it."

We stared at him astonished, and in the silence that followed I heard
Maqueda whisper to Oliver:

"Perhaps that is how he whom we call Cat escaped from the Fung; or
perhaps that is how he communicates with them as a spy."

"Or perhaps he is a liar, my Lady," interrupted Quick, who had also
overheard their talk, a solution which, I confess, commended itself to
me.

"Why have you brought us here?" asked Maqueda presently.

"Did I not tell you in Mur, Lady--to rescue Black Windows? Listen, now,
it is the custom of the Fung to allow those who are imprisoned within
the idol to walk unguarded upon its back at dawn and sunset. At least,
this is their custom with Black Windows--ask me not how I know it; this
is truth, I swear it on my life, which is at stake. Now this is my plan.
We have with us a ladder which will reach from where we stand to the
tail of the idol. Should the foreign lord appear upon the back of the
god, which, if he still lives, as I believe he does, he is almost sure
to do at sundown, as a man who dwells in the dark all day will love the
light and air when he can get them, then some of us must cross and bring
him back with us. Perhaps it had best be you, my lord Orme, since if
I went alone, or even with these men, after what is past Black Windows
might not altogether trust me."

"Fool," broke in Maqueda, "how can a man do such a thing?"

"O Lady, it is not so difficult as it looks. A few steps across the
gulf, and then a hundred feet or so along the tail of the lion which
is flat on the top and so broad that one may run down it if careful to
follow the curves, that is on a still day--nothing more. But, of course,
if the Lord Orme is afraid, which I did not think who have heard so much
of his courage----" and the rogue shrugged his shoulders and paused.

"Afraid, fellow," said Oliver, "well, I am not ashamed to be afraid of
such a journey. Yet if there is need I will make it, though not before
I see my brother alone yonder on the rock, since all this may be but
a trick of yours to deliver me to the Fung, among whom I k