Harry advised retreat. I have mentioned that when he and I had
started on our search for Desiree we had found two exits from the
cavern--the one which we had taken and another which led through
the maze of boulders and chasms back of us to a passage full of
twists and turns and choked with massive rocks, almost
impassable.
Through this he advised making our way to whatever might await us
beyond.
The question was still undecided when our argument was brought to
a halt and the decision was taken away from us. Through the
crevice I saw a band of Incas emerge from the passage opposite
and advance to the water's edge. At their head was the Inca king.
Soon the landing was completely covered with them--probably three
hundred or more--and others could be seen in the mouth of the
passage. Each one carried a spear; their heads of copper,
upraised in a veritable forest, shone dully in the light of the
urns on the wall above.
Harry and Desiree stood close behind me, looking through at the
fantastic sight. I turned to him:
"This time they mean business."
He nodded.
"But what can they do? Except get knocked on the head, and I'm
sick of it.
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