We stopped short, gazing about us.
"It looks like--" Harry whispered, and then exclaimed: "It is!
See, here is where we took the blocks from this seat!"
So it was. We were in the room where we had imprisoned the Inca
king and where we ourselves had been imprisoned with Desiree.
"She said her room was to the right of this," whispered Harry
excitedly. "What luck! If only--"
He left the sentence unfinished, but I understood his fear. And
with me there was even no doubt; I had little hope of finding
Desiree, and was sorry, for Harry's sake, that we had been so far
successful.
Again we sought the passage. A little farther on it was crossed
by another, running at right angles in both directions. But to
the right there was nothing but darkness, and we turned to the
left, where, some distance ahead, we could see a light evidently
proceeding from a doorway similar to the one we had just left.
We went rapidly, but our feet made scarcely any sound on the
granite floor. Still we were incautious, and it was purely by
luck that I glanced ahead and discovered that which made me jerk
Harry violently back and flatten myself against the wall.
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