I was gazing straight ahead at the mouth of the passage where
stood two Incas, spear in hand, returning my gaze stolidly.
Chapter XV.
THE RESCUE.
I was quick to act, but the Incas were quicker still. I turned
to run for our spears, and was halted by a cry of warning from
Harry, who had wheeled like a flash at my quick movement. I
turned barely in time to see the Incas draw back their powerful
arms, then lunge forward, the spears shooting from their hands.
I leaped aside; something struck my leg; I stooped swiftly and
grasped the spear-thong before there was time for the Inca to
recover and jerk it out of my reach. The other end was fastened
about his waist; I had him, and giving an instant for a glance at
Harry, saw that he had adopted the same tactics as myself.
Seeing that escape was impossible, they dashed straight at us.
It wasn't much of a fight. One came at me with his head lowered
like a charging bull; I sidestepped easily and floored him with a
single blow. He scrambled to his feet, but by that time I had
recovered the spear and had it ready for him.
I waited until he was quite close, then let him have it full in
the chest.
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