"Why?" she moaned. "In the name of Heaven above us, why?" I had
no time for answer; my lips were locked tightly together as I
sought the step below with a foot that had no feeling even for
the stone. We were nearly to the bottom; we reached it.
I placed Desiree on her feet.
"Can you stand?" I gasped; and the words were torn from my throat
with a great effort.
"But you!" she cried, and I saw that her eyes were filled with
horror. No doubt I was a pitiful thing to look at.
But there was no time to be lost, and, seeing that her feet
supported her, I grasped her arm and started down the tunnel just
as Harry's voice, raised in a great shout, came to us from its
farther end.
"No!" cried Desiree, shrinking back in terror. "Paul--" I
dragged her forward.
Then, as Harry's cry was repeated, she seemed to understand and
sprang forward beside me.
Another second wasted and we would have been too late. Just as
we reached Harry's side, at the end of the tunnel, the Incas,
warned by my appearance at the top of the column, appeared above
on the stairway, at the foot of which Harry had made his stand.
At the sight of Desiree Harry uttered a cry of joy, then gazed in
astonishment as I appeared behind her.
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