It was the pile of skins on which Desiree had lain!
I called to Harry, and at the same instant heard his shout of
consternation as he came running toward me, holding something in
his hand.
"They've got her! Look! Look at this! I found it on the ground
over there."
He held the thing in his hand out before me.
It was an Inca spear.
Chapter XXI.
THE MIDST OF THE ENEMY.
Harry and I stood gazing at each other blankly in the
semidarkness of the cavern.
"But it isn't possible," I objected finally to my own thoughts.
"She would have cried out and we would have heard her. The spear
may have been there before."
Then I raised my voice, calling her name many times at the top of
my lungs. There was no answer.
"They've got her," said Harry, "and that's all there is to it.
The cursed brutes crept up on her in the dark--much chance she
had of crying out when they got their hands on her. I know it.
Why did we leave her?"
"Where did you find the spear?" I asked.
Harry pointed toward the wall, away from the stream.
"On the ground?"
"Yes."
"Is there an exit from the cavern on that side?"
"I don't know.
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