But your leg--"
"Never mind that. Could you sleep?"
"Bon Dieu--no!"
"We have only raw fish. Can you eat?"
"I'll try," she answered, with a grimace.
I went to the edge of the ledge where we had the fish stowed away
near the water and took some of it both to her and Harry. We ate,
but with little relish. The stuff did not seem very fresh.
I remained on guard at the mouth of the crevice while Harry went
to the lake for a drink, having first helped Desiree to the water
and back to her seat. Her foot gave her a great deal of pain, but
instead of a sprain it appeared that there had been merely a
straining of the ligaments. After bathing it in the cold water
she was considerably relieved.
I remained on watch at the mouth of the crevice, from where I
could also obtain a pretty fair view of the lake, and commanded
Harry to rest. He demurred, but I insisted. Within two minutes he
was sleeping like a log, completely exhausted.
Several hundred of the Incas remained huddled together on the
ledge without, but they made no effort to attack us. I had been
watching perhaps three hours when they began to melt away into
the passage.
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