CHAPTER VIARMED FOR THE RUSH
“It is against Calaman that our stroke will be directed,” declared Lord Slava sternly. “He and his followers. I will tell you in brief why we hate him.”
“You need not unless you wish it,” returned Nick Carter. “We will fight him hard without knowing that. He has injured us enough to give us cause for battle.”
Lord Slava took no notice of the detective’s words. He seemed to be thinking of other days, and as if he had forgotten where he was or to whom he was talking.
“In years gone by,” he went on, “we were a fighting race, ruled over by princes, and we cut out a path for ourselves with our swords and spears. This was the way it was for generations. Then, little by little, the priests gained power, and we of the Golden Scarab fell more and more under their do
