dawn came and the stars disappeared and the sun's rays fell into their chasm.
Where was the Sahib? Ali knew he would follow on and discover them as soon as he could.
Finally Ali remembered his revolver. Three shots in quick succession was the signal of distress the world over. So he sent the echoes ringing through the canyon. He repeated this signal every half-hour until noon.
All the rest of that day and through the following night Ali and Joie were marooned in the canyon.
About nine o'clock in the evening Ali fell into a fitful sleep during which he had a bad dream. In a way this dream was like the one he had had eleven years before in the bamboo thicket in Malay land; the time when the great tiger had crept
