Here and there were apertures large enough to admit the entrance
of a horse and rider, and in many places the sides were
crumbling.
I was reflecting, I remember, that the formation was undoubtedly
one of limestone, with here and there a layer of quartzite, when
I was aroused by a shout from Harry.
I approached. Harry and Desiree, with Felipe, the arriero, had
halted and were gazing upward at the wall of rock which barred
the exit from the passage. Following their eyes, I saw lines
carved on the rock, evidently a rude and clumsy attempt to
reproduce the form of some animal.
The thing was some forty feet or so above us and difficult to see
clearly.
"I say it's a llama," Harry was saying as I stopped at his side.
"My dear boy," returned Desiree, "don't you think I know a horse
when I see one?"
"When you see one, of course," said Harry sarcastically. "But
who ever saw a horse with a neck like that?"
As for me, I was really interested, and I turned to the arriero
for information.
"Si, senor," said Felipe, "Un caballo."
"But who carved it?"
Felipe shrugged his shoulders.
"Is it new--Spanish?"
Another shrug.
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