Prev | Current Page 283 | Next

Stout, Rex, 1886-1975

"Under the Andes"


He had ventured through that far enough to see a group of Incas
on watch at the other end. They had seen him and sprung after
him, but he had returned without injury, and at the entrance into
the cavern where we lay they had halted abruptly.
The second time he was gone out more than half an hour, and the
instant I saw his face when he returned I knew what had happened.
But I was not in the best of humor; his terror appeared to me to
be ridiculously childish, and I said so in no uncertain terms.
But he was too profoundly agitated to show any anger.
"You don't know, you don't know," was all he said in answer to
me; then he added; "I can't stand this any longer. I tell you
we've got to get out of here. You don't know how awful--"
"Yes," said Desiree, looking at me.
"But I can scarcely walk," I objected.
"True," said Harry. "I know. But we can help you. There must
be another exit, and we'll start now."
"Very well," I said quite calmly; and I picked up one of the
spears which we had carried with us, and, rising to my knees,
placed the butt of the shaft against the wall near which I lay.
But Harry saw my purpose, and was too quick for me.


Pages:
271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295