You see," the old hunter went on, "we may find the projectile, and, again, we may not.

As soon as Hotep had found the projectile, he had sent for us, but it was the doctor alone who joined him.

"I don't believe we'll ever find the projectile."

"I'm going to make one last attempt to find the projectile before it gets too dark," answered the hunter.

"And there's enough in this city to keep us alive for months, if we can't find the projectile in that time," declared Andy.

"But not being able to find the projectile is no joke," went on Mark, who always took matters more seriously than did his chum.