As they saw the
yawning abyss that separated them from their prey they stopped
short and gazed across in profound astonishment.
Others came to join them, until there were several hundred of the
black, ugly forms huddled together on the opposite rim of the
chasm, a hundred feet away.
I ran over the group with a keen eye, seeking the figure of the
Inca king, and soon my search was successful. He stood a step in
front of the others, a little to the right. I pointed him out to
Harry and Desiree.
"It's up to him to walk right out again," said Harry.
Desiree shivered, and proceeded to send her last invitation to
the devil.
Turning suddenly, she grasped Harry's spear and tore it from his
hand. Before we realized her purpose, she stepped forward until
her foot rested on the very edge of the chasm, and had hurled the
spear across straight at the Inca king.
It missed him, but struck another Inca standing near full in the
breast. Quick as lightning the king turned, grasped the shaft of
the spear, and pulled it forth, and with his white teeth gleaming
in a snarl of furious hate, sent it whistling through the air
straight at Desiree.
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