On the ledge, near the edge of the water, stood two Incas. They
turned at our approach and rushed at us. Unlucky for them, for
Harry's example had fired my brain and put the strength of a
giant in me.
To this day I don't know what followed--whether I used my spear
or my fists or my head. I know only that I leaped at them in
irresistible fury and left them stretched on the ground before
they had reached Harry or halted him.
We crossed the ledge and made for the boulders to the left. The
crevice which led to our hiding-place was too narrow for Harry
and his burden. I sprang forward and grasped Desiree's shoulders;
he held her ankles, and we got her through to the ledge beyond.
Then I leaped back through the crevice, and barely in time. As I
looked out a black, rushing horde emerged from the passage and
dashed across the ledge toward us. I stood at the entrance to the
narrow crevice, spear in hand.
They appeared to have no sense of the fact that my position was
impregnable, but dashed blindly at me. The crevice in which I
stood and which was the only way through to the ledge where Harry
had taken Desiree, was not more than two feet wide.
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