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Stout, Rex, 1886-1975

"Under the Andes"

Her body was innocent of any
attempt at covering.
Altogether, not a very pleasant sight; and we bundled her into a
corner and proceeded to look round the room, being careful to
remain out of the range of view from the corridor as far as
possible.
The room was not luxuriously furnished. There were two seats of
stone, and a couch of the same material covered with thick hides.
In one corner was a pile of copper vessels; in another two or
three of stone, rudely carved. Some torn hides lay in a heap near
the center of the room. From the ceiling were suspended other
hides and some strips of dried fish.
Some of the latter we cut down with the points of our spears and
retired with it to a corner.
"Ought we to ask our hostess to join us?" Harry grinned.
"This tastes good, after the other," I remarked.
Hungry as we were, we made sad havoc with the lady's pantry. Then
we found some water in a basin in the corner and drank--not
without misgivings. But we were too thirsty to be particular.
Then Harry became impatient to go on, and though I had no liking
for the appearance of that long row of open doorways, I did not
demur. Taking up our spears, we stepped out into the corridor and
turned to the right.


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