CHAPTER VIIITHROWING DOWN THE GAUNTLET
A loud fanfare on a trumpet echoed across the amphitheater, and into the narrow corridor whence Nick Carter and his companions were looking into the arena.
“Fish!” ejaculated Patsy Garvan, with a pitiful attempt at facetiousness.
“Keep quiet, Patsy,” reproved Chick. “This is no time to be funny.”
“Listen!” whispered Nick Carter sternly.
There was another trumpet blast, and then the voice of Calaman was heard, somewhere above them, proclaiming, in a loud voice, the usual challenge of the Golden Scarab.
“Does any man dare challenge the Golden Scarab of Shangore to mortal combat? A touch of its horns means death. Is there any one bold enough to join issue with this antagonist? If so, he is welcome, and may the fates give victory to the better fight
