But there was nothing else for it, and I shouted: "All right,
come on!"
She came, and knocked me flat on my back. I had tried to catch
her, and did succeed in breaking her fall, at no little cost to
myself. I was one mass of bruises and wounds. But again I
struggled to my feet and shouted at the top of my voice:
"Harry! Come!"
He did not come alone. I suppose the instant he left the lane
unguarded the Incas poured in after him. They followed him over
the edge of the cliff, tumbling on top of each other in an
indistinguishable mass.
Some rose to their feet; their comrades, descending from above,
promptly knocked them flat on their backs.
Harry and Desiree and I were making for the exit, which was not
but a few feet away. As I have said, the thing was choked up till
it was almost impassable. We squeezed in between two rocks, with
Desiree between us. Harry was in front, and I brought up the
rear.
Once through that lane and we might hold our own.
"In Heaven's name, come on!" Harry shouted suddenly; for I had
turned and halted, gazing back at the Incas tumbling over the
cliff and rushing toward the mouth of the exit.
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