"Yes," replied Hal.
"And you?" turning to Chester.
"Yes."
There came a commanding knock on the door. Georges sprang forward and
flung it wide, and there strode into the room a tall, slender man, in
evening dress, shining top hat and white kid gloves. A black mask
covered his face.
"Pierre Duval," whispered Hal to Chester, "the King of the Apaches!"
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE APACHE CHIEF.
Immediately all in the room rose to their feet, Hal and Chester doing
likewise. Duval strode straight to the table in the center of the room
without so much as a glance about, and sat down at its head. Then the
others resumed their seats.
Duval turned to Georges.
"Are we all here?" he demanded, in a low, soft voice.
"Yes, sir," replied Georges, "and two besides."
"Bring the strangers before me," ordered the chief.
At a sign from Georges, Hal and Chester advanced and stood before
the Apache king. The latter surveyed them long and carefully
through his mask.
"Names?" he asked briefly.
The lads gave their assumed ones.
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