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Badger, Jr. + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Lost City + +Author: Joseph E. Badger, Jr. + +Release Date: July 27, 2008 [EBook #783] +Last Updated: March 14, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LOST CITY *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Keller, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE LOST CITY + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <p> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <big><b>THE LOST CITY.</b></big> </a> + </p> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </td> + <td> + NATURE IN TRAVAIL. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </td> + <td> + PROFESSOR FEATHERWIT TAKING NOTES. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </td> + <td> + RIDING THE TORNADO. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PROFESSOR'S LITTLE EXPERIMENT. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PROFESSOR'S UNKNOWN LAND. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </td> + <td> + A BRACE OF UNWELCOME VISITORS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PROFESSOR'S GREAT ANTICIPATIONS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + A DUEL TO THE DEATH. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </td> + <td> + GRAPPLING A QUEER FISH. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </td> + <td> + RESCUED AND RESCUERS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </td> + <td> + ANOTHER SURPRISE FOR THE PROFESSOR. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE STORY OF A BROKEN LIFE. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE LOST CITY OF THE AZTECS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> + </td> + <td> + A MARVELLOUS VISION. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> + </td> + <td> + ASTOUNDING, YET TRUE. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> + </td> + <td> + CAN IT BE TRUE? + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> + </td> + <td> + AN ENIGMA FOR THE BROTHERS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + SOMETHING LIKE A WHITE ELEPHANT. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN GOD. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PROFESSOR AND THE AZTEC. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> + </td> + <td> + DISCUSSING WAYS AND MEANS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> + </td> + <td> + A DARING UNDERTAKING. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + A FLIGHT UNDERGROUND. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE SUN CHILDREN'S PERIL. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> + </td> + <td> + WALDO GOES FISHING. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. </a> + </td> + <td> + DOWN AMONG THE DEAD. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. </a> + </td> + <td> + PENETRATING GRIM SECRETS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + BROUGHT BEFORE THE GODS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. </a> + </td> + <td> + BENEATH THE SACRIFICIAL STONE. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. </a> + </td> + <td> + AGAINST OVERWHELMING ODDS. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. </a> + </td> + <td> + DEFENDING THE SUN CHILDREN. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. </a> + </td> + <td> + ADIEU TO THE LOST CITY. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + THE LOST CITY. + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. NATURE IN TRAVAIL. + </h2> + <p> + “I say, professor?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Waldo; proceed.” + </p> + <p> + “Wonder if this isn't a portion of the glorious climate, broken loose from + its native California, and drifting up this way on a lark?” + </p> + <p> + “If so, said lark must be roasted to a turn,” declared the third (and + last) member of that little party, drawing a curved forefinger across his + forehead, then flirting aside sundry drops of moisture. “I can't recall + such another muggy afternoon, and if we were only back in what the + scientists term the cyclone belt—” + </p> + <p> + “We would be all at sea,” quickly interposed the professor, the fingers of + one hand vigorously stirring his gray pompadour, while the other was + lifted in a deprecatory manner. “At sea, literally as well as + metaphorically, my dear Bruno; for, correctly speaking, the ocean alone + can give birth to the cyclone.” + </p> + <p> + “Why can't you remember anything, boy?” sternly cut in the roguish-eyed + youngster, with admonitory forefinger, coming to the front. “How many + times have I told you never to say blue when you mean green? Why don't you + say Kansas zephyr? Or windy-auger? Or twister? Or whirly-gust on a + corkscrew wiggle-waggle? Or—well, almost any other old thing that + you can't think of at the right time? W-h-e-w! Who mentioned sitting on a + snowdrift, and sucking at an icicle? Hot? Well, now, if this isn't a + genuine old cyclone breeder, then I wouldn't ask a cent!” + </p> + <p> + Waldo Gillespie let his feet slip from beneath him, sitting down with + greater force than grace, back supported against a gnarled juniper, + loosening the clothes at his neck while using his other hand to ply his + crumpled hat as a fan. + </p> + <p> + Bruno laughed outright at this characteristic anticlimax, while Professor + Featherwit was obliged to smile, even while compelled to correct. + </p> + <p> + “Tornado, please, nephew; not cyclone.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, uncle Phaeton, have it your own way. Under either name, I fancy the + thing-a-ma-jig would kick up a high old bobbery with a man's political + economy should it chance to go bu'st right there! And, besides, when I was + a weenty little fellow I was taught never to call a man a fool or a liar—” + </p> + <p> + “Waldo!” sharply warned his brother, turning again. + </p> + <p> + “So long as I knew myself to be in the wrong,” coolly finished the + youngster, face grave, but eyes twinkling, as they turned towards his + mistaken mentor. “What is it, my dear Bruno?” + </p> + <p> + “There is one thing neither cyclone nor tornado could ever deprive you of, + Kid, and that is—” + </p> + <p> + “My beauty, wit, and good sense,—thanks, awfully! Nor you, my dear + Bruno, although my inbred politeness forbids my explaining just why.” + </p> + <p> + There was a queer-sounding chuckle as Professor Featherwit turned away, + busying himself about that rude-built shed and shanty which sheltered the + pride of his brain and the pet of his heart, while Bruno smiled + indulgently as he took a few steps away from those stunted trees in order + to gain a fairer view of the stormy heavens. + </p> + <p> + Far away towards the northeast, rising above the distant hill, now showed + an ugly-looking cloud-bank which almost certainly portended a storm of no + ordinary dimensions. + </p> + <p> + Had it first appeared in the opposite quarter of the horizon, Bruno would + have felt a stronger interest in the clouds, knowing as he did that the + miscalled “cyclone” almost invariably finds birth in the southwest. Then, + too, nearly all the other symptoms were noticeable,—the close, + “muggy” atmosphere; the deathlike stillness; the lack of oxygen in the + air, causing one to breathe more rapidly, yet with far less satisfying + results than usual. + </p> + <p> + Even as Bruno gazed, those heavy cloud-banks changed, both in shape and in + colour, taking on a peculiar greenish lustre which only too accurately + forebodes hail of no ordinary force. + </p> + <p> + His cry to this effect brought the professor forth from the shed-like + shanty, while Waldo roused up sufficiently to speak: + </p> + <p> + “To say nothing of yonder formation way out over the salty drink, my + worthy friends, who intimated that a cyclone was born at sea?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit frowned a bit as his keen little rat-like eyes turned + towards that quarter of the heavens; but the frown was not for Waldo, nor + for his slightly irreverent speech. + </p> + <p> + Where but a few minutes before there had been only a few light clouds in + sight, was now a heavy bank of remarkable shape, its crest a straight line + as though marked by an enormous ruler, while the lower edge was broken + into sharp points and irregular sections, the whole seeming to float upon + a low sea of grayish copper. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, that looks ugly, decidedly ugly, I must confess,” the wiry + little professor spoke, after that keen scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + “Really, now?” drawled Waldo, who was nothing if not contrary on the + surface. “Barring a certain little topsy-turvyness which is something out + of the ordinary, I'd call that a charming bit of—Great guns and + little cannon-balls!” + </p> + <p> + For just then there came a shrieking blast of wind from out the northeast, + bringing upon its wings a brief shower of hail, intermingled with great + drops of rain which pelted all things with scarcely less force than did + those frozen particles. + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah!” shrilly screamed Waldo, as he dashed out into the storm, fairly + revelling in the sudden change. “Who says this isn't 'way up in G?' Who + says—out of the way, Bruno! Shut that trap-door in your face, so + another fellow may get at least a share of the good things coming straight + down from—ow—wow!” + </p> + <p> + Through the now driving rain came flashing larger particles, and one of + more than ordinary size rebounded from that curly pate, sending its owner + hurriedly to shelter beneath the scrubby trees, one hand ruefully rubbing + the injured part. + </p> + <p> + Faster fell the drops, both of rain and of ice, clattering against the + shanty and its adjoining shed with an uproar audible even above the + sullenly rolling peals of heavy thunder. + </p> + <p> + The rain descended in perfect sheets for a few minutes, while the + hailstones fell thicker and faster, growing in size as the storm raged, + already beginning to lend those red sands a pearly tinge with their + dancing particles. Now and then an aerial monster would fall, to draw a + wondering cry from the brothers, and on more than one occasion Waldo + risked a cracked crown by dashing forth from shelter to snatch up a + remarkable specimen. + </p> + <p> + “Talk about your California fruit! what's the matter with good old + Washington Territory?” he cried, tightly clenching one fist and holding a + hailstone alongside by way of comparison. “Look at that, will you? Isn't + it a beauty? See the different shaded rings of white and clear ice. See—brother, + it is as large as my fist!” + </p> + <p> + But for once Professor Phaeton Featherwit was fairly deaf to the claims of + this, in some respects his favourite nephew, having scuttled back beneath + the shed, where he was busily stowing away sundry articles of importance + into a queerly shaped machine which those rough planks fairly shielded + from the driving storm. + </p> + <p> + Having performed this duty to his own satisfaction, the professor came + back to where the brothers were standing, viewing with them such of the + storm as could be itemised. That was but little, thanks to the driving + rain, which cut one's vision short at but a few rods, while the deafening + peals of thunder prevented any connected conversation during those first + few minutes. + </p> + <p> + “Good thing we've got a shelter!” cried Waldo, involuntarily shrinking as + the plank roof was hammered by several mammoth stones of ice. “One of + those chunks of ice would crack a fellow's skull just as easy!” + </p> + <p> + Yet the next instant he was out in the driving storm, eagerly snatching at + a brace of those frozen marvels, heedless of his own risk or of the + warning shouts sent after him by those cooler-brained comrades. + </p> + <p> + Thunder crashed in wildest unison with almost blinding sheets of + lightning, the rain and hail falling thicker and heavier than ever for a + few moments; but then, as suddenly as it had come, the storm passed on, + leaving but a few scattered drops to fetch up the rear. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't that pretty nearly what people call a cloudburst, uncle Phaeton?” + asked Bruno, curiously watching that receding mass of what from their + present standpoint looked like vapour. + </p> + <p> + “Those wholly ignorant of meteorological phenomena might so pronounce, + perhaps, but never one who has given the matter either thought or study,” + promptly responded the professor, in no wise loth to give a free lecture, + no matter how brief it might be, perforce. “It is merely nature seeking to + restore a disturbed equilibrium; a current of colder air, in search of a + temporary vacuum, caused by—” + </p> + <p> + “But isn't that just what produces cy—tornadoes, though?” + interrupted Waldo, with scant politeness. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely, my dear boy,” blandly agreed their mentor, rubbing his hands + briskly, while peering through rain-dampened glasses, after that departing + storm. “And I have scarcely a doubt but that a tornado of no ordinary + magnitude will be the final outcome of this remarkable display. For, as + the record will amply prove, the most destructive windstorms are + invariably heralded by a fall of hail, heavy in proportion to the—” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'd rather be excused, thank you, sir!” again interrupted the + younger of the brothers, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped forth from + shelter to win a fairer view of the space stretching away towards the + south and the west. “I always laughed at tales of hailstones large as + hen's eggs, but now I know better. If I was a hen, and had to match such a + pattern as these, I'd petition the legislature to change my name to that + of ostrich,—I just would, now!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno proved to be a little more amenable to the law of politeness, and to + him Professor Featherwit confined his sapient remarks for the time being, + giving no slight amount of valuable information anent these strange + phenomena of nature in travail. + </p> + <p> + He spoke of the different varieties of land-storms, showing how a tornado + varied from a hurricane or a gale, then again brought to the front the + vital difference between a cyclone, as such, and the miscalled “twister,” + which has wrought such dire destruction throughout a large portion of our + own land during more recent years. + </p> + <p> + While that little lecture would make interesting reading for those who + take an interest in such matters, it need scarcely be reproduced in this + connection, more particularly as, just when the professor was getting + fairly warmed up to his work, an interruption came in the shape of a + sharp, eager shout from the lips of Waldo Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “Look—look yonder! What a funny looking cloud that is!” + </p> + <p> + A small clump of trees growing upon a rising bit of ground interfered with + the view of his brother and uncle, for Waldo was pointing almost due + southeast; yet his excitement was so pronounced that both the professor + and Bruno hastened in that direction, stopping short as they caught a fair + sight of the object indicated. + </p> + <p> + A mighty mass of wildly disturbed clouds, black and green and white and + yellow all blending together and constantly shifting positions, out of + which was suddenly formed a still more ominous shape. + </p> + <p> + A mass of lurid vapour shot downwards, taking on the general semblance of + a balloon, as it swayed madly back and forth, an elongating trunk or + tongue reaching still nearer the earth, with fierce gyrations, as though + seeking to fasten upon some support. + </p> + <p> + Not one of that trio had ever before gazed upon just such another + creation, yet one and all recognised the truth,—this was a veritable + tornado, just such as they had read in awed wonder about, time and time + again. + </p> + <p> + Neither one of the brothers Gillespie were cravens, in any sense of the + word, but now their cheeks grew paler, and they seemed to shrink from + yonder airy monster, even while watching it grow into shape and awful + power. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit was no less absorbed in this wondrous spectacle, but + his was the interest of a scientist, and his pulse beat as ordinary, his + brain remaining as clear and calm as ever. + </p> + <p> + “I hardly believe we have anything to fear from this tornado, my lads,” he + said, taking note of their uneasiness. “According to both rule and + precedent, yonder tornado will pass to the east of our present position, + and we will be as safe right here as though we were a thousand miles + away.” + </p> + <p> + “But,—do they always move towards the northeast, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “As a rule, yes; but there are exceptions, of course. And unless this + should prove to be one of those rare ex—er—” + </p> + <p> + “Look!” cried Waldo, with swift gesticulation. “It's coming this way, or I + never—ISN'T it coming this way?” + </p> + <p> + “Unless this should prove to be one of those rare exceptions, my dear boy, + I can promise you that—Upon my soul!” with an abrupt change of both + tone and manner, “I really believe it IS coming this way!” + </p> + <p> + “It is—it is coming! Get a move on, or we'll never know—hunt a + hole and pull it in after you!” fairly screamed Waldo, turning in flight. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. PROFESSOR FEATHERWIT TAKING NOTES. + </h2> + <p> + “To the house!” cried the professor, raising his voice to overcome yonder + sullen roar, which was now beginning to come their way. “Trust all to the + aeromotor, and 'twill be well with us!” + </p> + <p> + The wiry little man of science himself fell to work with an energy which + told how serious he regarded the emergency, and, acting under his lead, + the brothers manfully played their part. + </p> + <p> + Just as had been done many times before this day, a queer-looking machine + was shoved out from the shed, gliding along the wooden ways prepared for + that express purpose, while Professor Featherwit hurried aboard a few + articles which past experience warned him might prove of service in the + hours to come, then sharply cried to his nephews: + </p> + <p> + “Get aboard, lads! Time enough, yet none to spare in idle motions. See! + The storm is drifting our way in deadly earnest!” + </p> + <p> + And so it seemed, in good sooth. + </p> + <p> + Now fairly at its dread work of destruction, tearing up the rain dampened + dirt and playing with mighty boulders, tossing them here and there, as a + giant of olden tales might play with jackstones, snapping off sturdy trees + and whipping them to splinters even while hurling them as a farmer sows + his grain. + </p> + <p> + Just the one brief look at that aerial monster, then both lads hung fast + to the hand-rail of rope, while the professor put that cunning machinery + in motion, causing the air-ship to rise from its ways with a sudden + swooping movement, then soaring upward and onward, in a fair curve, as + graceful and steady as a bird on wing. + </p> + <p> + All this took some little time, even while the trio were working as men + only can when dear life is at stake; but the flying-machine was afloat and + fairly off upon the most marvellous journey mortals ever accomplished, and + that ere yonder death-balloon could cover half the distance between. + </p> + <p> + “Grand! Glorious! Magnificent!” fairly exploded the professor, when he + could risk a more comprehensive look, right hand tightly gripping the + polished lever through which he controlled that admirable mechanism. “I + have longed for just such an opportunity, and now—the camera, Bruno! + We must never neglect to improve such a marvellous chance for—get + out the camera, lad!” + </p> + <p> + “Get out of the road, rather!” bluntly shouted Waldo, face unusually pale, + as he stared at yonder awful force in action. “Of course I'm not scared, + or anything like that, uncle Phaeton, but—I want to rack out o' this + just about the quickest the law allows! Yes, I DO, now!” + </p> + <p> + “Wonderful! Marvellous! Incredible! That rara avis, an exception to all + exceptions!” declared the professor, more deeply stirred than either of + his nephews had ever seen him before. “A genuine tornado which has no + eastern drift; which heads as directly as possible towards the northwest, + and at the same time—incredible!” + </p> + <p> + Only ears of his own caught these sentences in their entirety, for now the + storm was fairly bellowing in its might, formed of a variety of sounds + which baffles all description, but which, in itself, was more than + sufficient to chill the blood of even a brave man. Yet, almost as though + magnetised by that frightful force, the professor was holding his air-ship + steady, loitering there in its direct path, rather than fleeing from what + surely would prove utter destruction to man and machine alike. + </p> + <p> + For a few moments Bruno withstood the temptation, but then leaned far + enough to grasp both hand and tiller, forcing them in the requisite + direction, causing the aeromotor to swing easily around and dart away + almost at right angles to the track of the tornado. + </p> + <p> + That roar was now as of a thousand heavily laden trains rumbling over + hollow bridges, and the professor could only nod his approval when thus + aroused from the dangerous fascination. Another minute, and the air-ship + was floating towards the rear of the balloon-shaped cloud itself, each + second granting the passengers a varying view of the wonder. + </p> + <p> + True to the firm hand which set its machinery in motion, the + flying-machine maintained that gentle curve until it swung around well to + the rear of the cloud, where again Professor Featherwit broke out in + ecstatic praises of their marvellous good fortune. + </p> + <p> + “'Tis worth a life's ransom, for never until now hath mortal being been + blessed with such a magnificent opportunity for taking notes and drawing + deductions which—” + </p> + <p> + The professor nimbly ducked his head to dodge a ragged splinter of freshly + torn wood which came whistling past, cast far away from the tornado proper + by those erratic winds. And at the same instant the machine itself + recoiled, shivering and creaking in all its cunning joints under a gust of + wind which seemed composed of both ice and fire. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I say!” gasped Waldo, when he could rally from the sudden blow. “Turn + the old thing the other way, uncle Phaeton, and let's go look for—well, + almost anything's better than this old cyclone!” + </p> + <p> + “Tornado, lad,” swiftly corrected the man of precision, leaning far + forward, and gazing enthralled upon the vision which fairly thrilled his + heart to its very centre. “Never again may we have such another + opportunity for making—” + </p> + <p> + They were now directly in the rear of the storm, and as the air-ship + headed across that track of destruction, it gave a drunken stagger, + casting down its inmates, from whose parching lips burst cries of varying + import. + </p> + <p> + “Air! I'm choking!” gasped Bruno, tearing open his shirt-collar with a + spasmodic motion. + </p> + <p> + “Hold me fast!” echoed Waldo, clinging desperately to the life-line. “It's + drawing me—into the—ah!” + </p> + <p> + Even the professor gave certain symptoms of alarm for that moment, but + then the danger seemed past as the ship darted fairly across the + storm-trail, hovering to the east of that aerial phantom. + </p> + <p> + There was no difficulty in filling their lungs now, and once more + Professor Featherwit headed the flying-machine directly for the + balloon-shaped cloud, modulating its pace so as to maintain their relative + position fairly well. + </p> + <p> + “Take note how it progresses,—by fits and starts, as it were,” + observed Featherwit, now in his glory, eyes asparkle and muscles aquiver, + hair bristling as though full of electricity, face glowing with almost + painful interest, as those shifting scenes were for ever imprinted upon + his brain. + </p> + <p> + “Sort of a hop, step, and jump, and that's a fact,” agreed Waldo, now a + bit more at his ease since that awful sense of suffocation was lacking. “I + thought all cyclones—” + </p> + <p> + “Tornado, my DEAR boy!” expostulated the professor. + </p> + <p> + “I thought they all went in holy hurry, like they were sent for and had + mighty little time in which to get there. But this one,—see how it + stops to dance a jig and bore holes in the earth!” + </p> + <p> + “Another exception to the general rule, which is as you say,” admitted the + professor. “Different tornadoes have been timed as moving from twelve to + seventy miles an hour, one passing a given point in half a score of + seconds, at another time being registered as fully half an hour in + clearing a single section. + </p> + <p> + “Take the destructive storm at Mount Carmel, Illinois, in June of '77. + That made progress at the rate of thirty-four miles an hour, yet its force + was so mighty that it tore away the spire, vane, and heavy gilded ball of + the Methodist church, and kept it in air over a distance of fifteen miles. + </p> + <p> + “Still later was the Texas tornado, doing its awful work at the rate of + more than sixty miles an hour; while that which swept through Frankfort, + Kansas, on May 17, 1896, was fully a half-hour in crossing a half-mile + stretch of bottom-land adjoining the Vermillion River, pausing in its + dizzy waltz upon a single spot for long minutes at a time.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't have been much left when it got through dancing, if that storm + was anything like this one,” declared Waldo, shivering a bit as he watched + the awful destruction being wrought right before their fascinated eyes. + </p> + <p> + Trees were twisted off and doubled up like blades of dry grass. Mighty + rocks were torn apart from the rugged hills, and huge boulders were tossed + into air as though composed of paper. And over all ascended the horrid + roar of ruin beyond description, while from that misshapen balloon-cloud, + with its flattened top, the electric fluid shone and flashed, now in great + sheets as of flame, then in vicious spurts and darts as though innumerable + snakes of fire had been turned loose by the winds. + </p> + <p> + Still the aerial demon bored its almost sluggish course straight towards + the northwest, in this, as in all else, seemingly bent on proving itself + the exception to all exceptions as Professor Featherwit declared. + </p> + <p> + The savant himself was now in his glory, holding the tiller between arm + and side, the better to manipulate his hand-camera, with which he was + taking repeated snap-shots for future development and reference. + </p> + <p> + Truly, as he more than once declared, mortal man never had, nor mortal man + ever would have, such a glorious opportunity for recording the varying + phases of nature in travail as was now vouchsafed themselves. + </p> + <p> + “Just think of it, lads!” he cried, almost beside himself with enthusiasm. + “This alone will be sufficient to carry our names ringing through all time + down the corridors of undying fame! This alone would be more than enough + to—Look pleasant, please!” + </p> + <p> + In spite of that awful vision so perilously close before them, and the + natural uncertainty which attended such a reckless venture, Waldo could + not repress a chuckle at that comical conclusion, so frequently used + towards himself when their uncle was coaxing them to pose before his pet + camera. + </p> + <p> + “Is it—surely this is not safe, uncle Phaeton?” ventured Bruno, as + another retrograde gust of air smote their apparently frail conveyance + with sudden force. + </p> + <p> + “Let's call it a day's work, and knock off,” chimed in Waldo. “If the + blamed thing should take a notion to balk, and rear back on its haunches, + where'd we come out at?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit made an impatient gesture by way of answer. Speech + just then would have been worse than useless, for that tremendous roaring, + crashing, thundering of all sounds, seemed to fall back and envelop the + air-ship as with a pall. + </p> + <p> + A shower of sand and fine debris poured over and around them, filling ears + and mouths, and blinding eyes for the moment, forcing the brothers closer + to the floor of the aerostat, and even compelling the eager professor to + remit his taking of notes for future generations. + </p> + <p> + Then, thin and reed-like, yet serving to pierce that temporary obscurity + and horrible jangle of outer sounds, came the voice of their relative: + </p> + <p> + “Fear not, my children! The Lord is our shield, and so long as he willeth, + just so long shall we—Ha! didn't I tell ye so?” + </p> + <p> + For the blinding veil was torn away, and once again the trio of + adventurers might watch yonder grandly awesome march of devastation. + </p> + <p> + “Heading direct for the Olympics!” declared Professor Featherwit, digging + the sand out of his eyes and striving to clean his glasses without + removing them, clinging to tiller and camera through all. “What a grand + and glorious guide 'twould be for us!” + </p> + <p> + “If we could only hitch on—like a tin can to the tail of a dog!” + suggested Waldo, with boyish sarcasm. “Not any of that in mine, thank you! + I can wait. No such mighty rush. No,—SIR!” + </p> + <p> + There came no answer to his words, for just then that swooping air-demon + turned to vivid fire, lightning playing back and forth, from side to side, + in every conceivable direction, until in spite of the broad daylight its + glory pained those watching eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever witness the like!” awesomely cried Bruno, gazing like one + fascinated. “Who could or would ever believe all that, even if tongue were + able to portray its wondrous beauty?” + </p> + <p> + “What a place that would be for popping corn!” contributed Waldo, + practical or nothing, even under such peculiar circumstances. “If I had to + play poppy, though, I'd want a precious long handle to the concern!” + </p> + <p> + More intensely interested than ever, Professor Featherwit plied his + shutter, taking shot after shot at yonder aerial phenomena, feeling that + future generations would surely rise up to call him blessed when the + results of his experiments were once fairly spread before the world. + </p> + <p> + And hence it came to pass that still more thrilling experiences came unto + these daring navigators of space, and that almost before one or the other + of them could fairly realise that greater danger really menaced both their + air-ship and their lives. + </p> + <p> + Another whirly-gust of sand and other debris assailed the flying-machine, + and while sight was thus rendered almost useless for the time being, the + aerostat began to sway and reel from side to side, shivering as though + caught by an irresistible power, yet against which it battled as though + instinct with life and brain-power. + </p> + <p> + Once again the adventurers found it difficult to breathe, while an unseen + power seemed pressing them to that floor as though—Thank heaven! + </p> + <p> + Just as before, that cloud was swept away, and again air came to fill + those painfully oppressed lungs. Once again the trio cleared their eyes + and stared about, only to utter simultaneous cries of alarm. + </p> + <p> + For, brief though that period of blindness had been, 'twas amply + sufficient to carry the aeromotor perilously near yonder storm-centre, and + though Professor Featherwit gripped hard his tiller, trying all he knew to + turn the air-ship for a safer quarter,-'twas all in vain! + </p> + <p> + “Haste,—make haste, uncle Phaeton!” hoarsely panted Bruno, leaning + to aid the professor. “We will be sucked in and—hasten, for life!” + </p> + <p> + “I can't,—we're already—in the—suction!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. RIDING THE TORNADO. + </h2> + <p> + Whether it was that the air-ship itself had increased its speed during + those few moments of dense obscurity, or whether the madly whirling winds + had taken a retrograde movement at that precise time, could only be a + matter of conjecture; but the ominous fact remained. + </p> + <p> + The aerostat was fairly over the danger-line, and, despite all efforts + being made to the contrary, was being drawn directly towards that howling, + crashing, thundering mass of destructive energy. + </p> + <p> + Already the inmates felt themselves being sucked from the flying-machine, + and instinctively tightened their grip upon hand-rail and floor, gasping + and oppressed, breath failing, and ribs apparently being crushed in by + that horrible pressure. + </p> + <p> + “Hold fast—for life!” pantingly screamed Professor Featherwit, as he + strove in vain to check or change the course of his aeromotor, now for the + first time beyond control of that master-hand. + </p> + <p> + A few seconds of soul-trying suspense, during which the flying-machine + shivered from stem to stern, almost like a human creature in its + death-agony, creaking and groaning, with shrill sounds coming from those + expanded, curved wings, as the suction increased; then— + </p> + <p> + A merciful darkness fell over those sorely imperilled beings, and the + vessel itself seemed about to be overwhelmed by an avalanche of sand and + dirt and mixed debris. Then came a dizzy, rocking lurch, followed by a + shock which nearly cast uncle and nephews from their frantic holds, and + the air-ship appeared to be whirled end for end, cast hither and yon, + wrenched and twisted as though all must go to ruin together. + </p> + <p> + A blast as of superheated air smote upon them one moment, while in the + next they were whirled through an icy atmosphere, then tossed dizzily to + and fro, as their too-frail vehicle spun upward as though on a journey to + the far-away stars. + </p> + <p> + A shrieking blast of wind served to briefly clear away the choking dust, + affording the trio a fleeting glimpse of their immediate surroundings: + hurtling sticks and stones, splintered tops of trees, shrubs with wildly + lashing roots freshly torn from the bed of years, all madly spinning + through a blinding, scorching, freezing mass of crazily battling winds, + the different currents twining and weaving in and out, as so many hideous + serpents at play. + </p> + <p> + A moment thus, then that horrid uproar grew still more deafening, and the + air-ship was whirled high and higher, in a dizzy dance, those luckless + creatures clinging fast to whatever their frenzied hands might clutch, + feeling that this was the end of all. + </p> + <p> + Further sight was denied them. They were powerless to move a limb, save as + jerked painfully by those shrieking currents. Breath was taken away, and + an enormous weight bore down upon them, threatening to produce a fatal + collapse through their ribs giving way. + </p> + <p> + Upward whirled the flying-machine, powerless now as those wretched beings + within its cunning shape, smitten sharply here and there by some of those + ascending missiles, yet without receiving material injury; until a last + shivering lurch came, ending in a sudden fall. + </p> + <p> + A dizzying swoop downward, but not to death and destruction, for the + aerostat alighted easily upon what appeared to be a sort of air-cushion, + and, though unsteady for a brief space, then settled upon an even keel. + </p> + <p> + “Cling fast—for life!” huskily gasped the professor, unwittingly + repeating the caution which had last crossed his lips, which he had ever + since been striving to enunciate, faithful to his guardianship over these, + his sole surviving relatives. + </p> + <p> + “I don't—where are we?” + </p> + <p> + Waldo lifted his head to peer with half-blind eyes about them, in which + action he was imitated by both brother and uncle; but, for a brief space, + they were none the wiser. + </p> + <p> + All around the aeromotor rose a wall of whirling winds, seemingly + impenetrable, apparently within reach of an extended arm, changing colour + with each fraction of a second, hideously beautiful, yet never twice the + same in blend or mixture. + </p> + <p> + A hollow, strangely sounding roar was perceptible; one instant coming as + from the far distance, then from nigh at hand, causing the air-ship to + quiver and tremble, as a sentient being might in the presence of a + torturing death. + </p> + <p> + “Look—upward!” panted Bruno, a few seconds later, his face as pale + as that of a corpse, in spite of the dirt and blotches of sticky mud with + which he had been peppered during that dizzy whirl. + </p> + <p> + Mechanically his companions in peril obeyed, catching breath sharply, as + they saw a clear sky and yellow sunshine far above,—so awfully far + they were, that it seemed like looking upward from the bottom of an + enormously deep well. + </p> + <p> + And then the marvellous truth flashed upon the brain of Phaeton + Featherwit, almost robbing him of all power of speech. Still he managed to + jerkily ejaculate: + </p> + <p> + “We're inside,—riding the—tornado—itself!” + </p> + <p> + Then those whirling winds closed quickly above them, shutting out the + sunlight, hiding the heavens from their view, enclosing that vehicle and + its occupants, as they were borne away into unknown regions, within the + very heart of the tornado itself! + </p> + <p> + Yet, incredible as it surely seems, no actual harm came to the trio or to + their flying-machine as it swayed gently upon its airy cushion, although + from every side came the horrid roar of destruction, while ever and anon + they could glimpse a wrestling tree or torn mass of shrubbery whizzing + upward and outward, to be flung far away beyond the vortex of electrical + winds. + </p> + <p> + Once more came that awful sense of suffocation. That painted pall closed + down upon them, robbing their lungs of air, one instant fairly crisping + their hair with a touch of fire, only to send an icy chill to their veins + a moment later. + </p> + <p> + In vain they struggled, fighting for breath, as a fish gasps when swung + from its native element. While that horrid pressure endured, man, youth, + and boy alike were powerless. + </p> + <p> + Again the pall lifted, folding back and blending with those madly circling + currents, once again affording a glimpse of yonder far-away heavens, so + marvellously clear, and bright, and peaceful in seeming! + </p> + <p> + Weakened by those terrible moments, Bruno and Waldo lay gasping, + trembling, faint of heart and ill of body, yet filling their lungs with + comparatively pure air,—pity there was so little of it to win! + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit still had thought and care for his nephews rather + than himself alone, and pantingly spoke, as he dragged himself to the snug + locker, where many important articles had been stowed away: + </p> + <p> + “Here—suck life—compressed air!” + </p> + <p> + With husky cries the brothers caught at the tubes offered, the method of + working which had so often been explained by their relative. + </p> + <p> + Once more the tube became a chamber, and that horrid force threatened to + flatten their bodies; but the worst had passed, for that precious cylinder + now gave them air to inhale, and they were enabled to wait for the lifting + of the cloud once more. + </p> + <p> + Thanks to this important agency, strength and energy both of body and of + mind now came back to the air-voyagers, and after a little they could lift + their heads to peer around them with growing wonder and curiosity. + </p> + <p> + There was little room left for doubting the wondrous truth, and yet belief + was past their powers during those first few minutes. + </p> + <p> + All around them whirled and sped those maddened winds, curling and + twisting, rising and falling, mixing in and out as though some unknown + power might be weaving the web of destiny. + </p> + <p> + Now dull, now brilliant, never twice the same, but ever changing in colour + as in shape, while stripes and zigzags of lightning played here and there + with terrifying menace, those walls of wind held an awfully fascinating + power for uncle and nephews. + </p> + <p> + From every side came deadened sounds which could bear but a single + interpretation: the tornado was still in rapid motion, was still tearing + and rending, crushing and battering, leaving dire destruction and ruin to + mark its advance, and these were the sounds that recorded its ugly work. + </p> + <p> + In goodly measure revived by the compressed air, which was regulated in + flow to suit his requirements by a device of his own, Professor Featherwit + now looked around with something of his wonted animation, heedless of his + own peril for the moment, so great was his interest in this marvellous + happening. + </p> + <p> + So utterly incredible was it all that, during those first few minutes of + rallying powers, he dared not express the belief which was shaping itself, + gazing around in quest of still further confirmation. + </p> + <p> + He took note of the windy walls about their vessel, rising upward for many + yards, irregular in shape and curvature here and there, but retaining the + general semblance of a tube with flaring top. He peered over the edge of + the basket, to draw back dizzily as he saw naught but yeasty, boiling, + seething clouds below,—a veritable air-cushion which had served to + save the pet of his brain from utter destruction at the time of falling + within— + </p> + <p> + Yes, there was no longer room for doubt,—they were actually inside + the distorted balloon, so dreaded by all residents of the tornado belt! + </p> + <p> + “What is it, uncle?” huskily asked Bruno, likewise rallying under that + beneficial influence. “Where are we now?” + </p> + <p> + “Where I'm wishing mighty hard we wasn't, anyhow!” contributed Waldo, with + something of his usual energy, although, judging from his face and eyes, + the youngster had suffered more severely than either of his comrades in + peril. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit broke into a queerly sounding laugh, as he waved his + free hand in exultation before speaking: + </p> + <p> + “Where no living being ever was before us, my lads,—riding the + tornado like a—ugh!” + </p> + <p> + The air-ship gave an awkward lurch just then, and down went the little + professor to thump his head heavily against one corner of the locker. + Swaying drunkenly from side to side, then tossing up and down, turning in + unison with those fiercely whirling clouds, the aeromotor seemed at the + point of wreck and ruin. + </p> + <p> + Desperately the trio clung to the life-lines, clenching teeth upon the + life-giving tubes as that terrible pressure increased so much that it + seemed impossible for the human frame to longer resist. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately that ordeal did not long endure, and again relief came to + those so sorely oppressed. A brief gasping, sighing, stretching as the + aerostat resumed its level position, merely rocking easily within that + partial vacuum, and then Waldo huskily suggested: + </p> + <p> + “Looks like the blame thing was sick at the stomach!” + </p> + <p> + No doubt this was meant for a feeble attempt at joking, but Professor + Featherwit took it for earnest, and made quick reply: + </p> + <p> + “That is precisely the case, my dear lad, and I am greatly joyed to find + that you are not so badly frightened but that you can assist me in taking + notes of this wondrous happening. To think that we are the ones selected + for—” + </p> + <p> + “I say, uncle Phaeton.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my lad?” + </p> + <p> + “If this thing is really sick at the stomach, when will it erupt? I'd give + a dollar and a half to just get out o' this, science or no science, notes + or no notes at all!” + </p> + <p> + “Patience, my dear boy,” gravely spoke the little man of science, busily + studying those eddying currents like one seeking a fairly safe method of + extrication from peril. “It may come far sooner than you think, and with + results more disastrous than feeble words can tell. We surely are a burden + such as a tornado must be wholly unaccustomed to, and I really believe + these alternations are spasmodic efforts of the cloud itself to vomit us + forth; hence you were nearer right than you thought in making use of that + expression.” + </p> + <p> + Just then came a rush of icy air, and Bruno pantingly cried: + </p> + <p> + “I'm swelling up—like Aesop's—bullfrog!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE PROFESSOR'S LITTLE EXPERIMENT. + </h2> + <p> + Again those involuntary riders of the tornado were tossed violently to and + fro in their seemingly frail ship, while the balloon itself appeared + threatened with instant dissolution, those eddying currents growing broken + and far less regular in action, while the fierce tumult grew in sound and + volume a thousandfold. + </p> + <p> + All around the air-ship now showed ugly debris, limbs and boughs and even + whole trunks of giant trees being whirled upward and outward, each moment + menacing the vessel with total destruction, yet as frequently vanishing + without infringing seriously upon their curious prison. + </p> + <p> + Sand and dirt and fragments of shattered rock whistled by in an apparently + unending shower, only with reversed motion, flying upward in place of + shooting downward to earth itself. + </p> + <p> + Speech was utterly impossible under the circumstances, and the fate-tossed + voyagers could only cling fast to the hand-rail, and hold those precious + air-tubes in readiness for the worst. + </p> + <p> + Never before had either of the trio heard such a deafening crash and + uproar, and little wonder if they thought this surely must herald the + crack of doom! + </p> + <p> + The tornado seemed to reel backward, as though repulsed by an immovable + obstacle, and then, while the din was a bit less deafening, Professor + Featherwit contrived to make himself heard, through screaming at the top + of his voice: + </p> + <p> + “The mountain range, I fancy! It's a battle to the—” + </p> + <p> + That sentence was perforce left incomplete, since the storm-demon gave + another mad plunge to renew the battle, bringing on a repetition of that + drunken swaying so upsetting to both mind and body. + </p> + <p> + A few seconds thus, then the tornado conquered, or else rose higher in + partial defeat, for their progress was resumed, and comparative quiet + reigned again. + </p> + <p> + The higher clouds curved backward, affording a wider view of the heavens + far above, and, as all eyes turned instinctively in that direction, Bruno + involuntarily exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Still daylight! I thought—how long has this lasted?” + </p> + <p> + “It's the middle o' next week; no less!” positively affirmed his brother. + “Don't tell me! We've been in here a solid month, by my watch!” + </p> + <p> + Instead of making reply such as might have been expected from one of his + mathematical exactness, Professor Featherwit gave a cry of dismay, while + hurriedly moving to and fro in their contracted quarters, for the time + being forgetful of all other than this, his great loss. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, uncle Phaeton?” asked Bruno, rising to his knees in natural + anxiety. “Surely nothing worse than has already happened to us?” + </p> + <p> + “Worse? What could be worse than losing for ever—the camera, boys; + where is the camera, I ask you?” + </p> + <p> + Certainly not where the professor was looking, and even as he roared forth + that query, his heart told him the sad truth; past doubting, the + instrument upon whose aid he relied to place upon record these marvellous + facts, so that all mankind might see and have full faith, was lost,—thrown + from the aerostat, to meet with certain destruction, when the vessel first + came within the tornado's terrible clutch. + </p> + <p> + “Gone,—lost,—and now who will believe that we ever—oh, + this is enough to crush one's very soul!” mourned the professor, throwing + up his hands, and sinking back to the floor of the flying-machine in a + limp and disheartened heap for the time being. + </p> + <p> + Neither Bruno nor Waldo could fully appreciate that grief, since thoughts + and care for self were still the ruling passion with both; but once more + they were called upon to do battle with the swaying of the winds, and once + again were they saved only through that life-giving cylinder of compressed + air. + </p> + <p> + Presently, the heart-broken professor rallied, as was his nature, and, + with a visible effort putting his great loss behind him, endeavoured to + cheer up his comrades in peril. + </p> + <p> + “So far we have passed through all danger without receiving material + injury,—to ourselves, I mean,—and surely it is not too much to + hope for eventual escape?” he said, earnestly, pressing the hands of his + nephews, by way of additional encouragement. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” hesitated Bruno, with an involuntary shiver, as he glanced around + them upon those furiously boiling clouds, then cast an eye upward, towards + yonder clear sky. “Yes, but—in what manner?” + </p> + <p> + “What'll we do when the cyclone goes bu'st?” cut in Waldo, with + disagreeable bluntness. “It can't go on for ever, and when it splits up,—where + will we be then?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish it lay within my power to give you full assurance on all points, + my dear boys,” the professor made reply. “I only wish I could ensure your + perfect safety by giving my own poor remnant of life—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, uncle Phaeton!” cried the brothers, in a single breath. + </p> + <p> + “How cheerfully, if I only might!” insisted the professor, his homely face + wearing an expression of blended regret and unbounded affection. “But for + me you would never have encountered these perils, nor ever—” + </p> + <p> + Again he was interrupted by the brothers, and forced to leave that regret + unspoken to the end. + </p> + <p> + “Only for you, uncle Phaeton, what would have become of us when we were + left without parents, home, fortune? Only for you, taking us in and + treating us as though of your own flesh and blood—” + </p> + <p> + “As you are, my good lads! Let it pass, then, but I must say that I do + wish—well, well, let it pass, then!” + </p> + <p> + A brief silence, which was spent in gripping hands and with eyes giving + pledges of love and undying confidence; then Professor Featherwit spoke + again, in an entirely different vein. + </p> + <p> + “If nothing else, we have exploded one fallacy which has never met with + contradiction, so far as my poor knowledge goes.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is—what, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “Observe, my lads,” with a wave of his hand towards those whirling walls, + and then making a downward motion. “You see that we are floating in a + partial vacuum, yet where there is air sufficient to preserve life under + difficulties. And by looking downward—careful that you don't fall + overboard through dizziness, though!” + </p> + <p> + “Looks as though we were floating just above a bed of ugly wind!” declared + Waldo, after taking a look below. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely; the aerostat rests upon an air-cushion amply solid enough to + sustain far more than our combined weight. But what is the generally + accepted view, my dear boys?” + </p> + <p> + “You tell, for we don't know how,” frankly acknowledged Waldo. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks. Yet you are now far wiser than all of the scientists who have + written and published whole libraries concerning these storm formations, + but whose fallacies we are now fully prepared to explode, once for all, + through knowledge won by personal investigation—ahem!” + </p> + <p> + Strange though it may appear, the professor forgot the mutual danger by + which they were surrounded, and trotted off on his hobby-horse in blissful + pride, paying no attention to the hideous uproar going on, only raising + his voice higher to make it heard by his youthful auditors. + </p> + <p> + “The common belief is that, while these tornadoes are hollow, even through + the trunk or tongue down to its contact with the earth, that hollow is + caused by a constant suction, through which a steady stream of debris is + flowing, to be sown broadcast for miles around after emerging from the + open top of the so-called balloon.” + </p> + <p> + “But it isn't at all like that,” eagerly cried Waldo, pointing to where + the fragments were flowing upward through those walls themselves, yet far + enough from that hollow interior to be but indistinctly seen save on rare + occasions. “Look at 'em scoot, will ye? Oh, if we could only climb up like + that!” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit was keenly watching and closely studying that very + phenomena through all, and now he gave a queer little chuckle, as he + nodded his head with vigour, before dryly speaking. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it might be done; yes, it might be done, and that with no very + serious difficulty, my lad.” + </p> + <p> + “How? Why not try it on, then?” + </p> + <p> + “To meet with instant death outside?” sharply queried Bruno. “It would be + suicidal to make the attempt, even if we could; which I doubt.” + </p> + <p> + Waldo gave a sudden cry, pointing upward where, far above that destructive + storm, could be seen a brace of buzzards floating on motionless wings, + wholly undisturbed by the tumult below. + </p> + <p> + “If we were only like that!” the lad cried, longingly. “If a + flying-machine could be built like those turkey-buzzards! I wish—well, + I do suppose they're about the nastiest varmints ever hatched, but just + now I'd be willing to swap, and wouldn't ask any boot, either!” + </p> + <p> + Apparently the professor paid no attention to this boyish plaint, for he + was fumbling in the locker, then withdrew his hand and uncoiled an + ordinary fish-line, with painted float attached. + </p> + <p> + Before either brother could ask a question, or even give a guess at his + purpose, Professor Phaeton flung hook and cork into those circling + currents, only to have the whole jerked violently out of his grip, the + line flying upward, to vanish from the sight of all. + </p> + <p> + That jerk was powerful enough to cut through the skin of his hand, but the + professor chuckled like one delighted, as he sucked away the few drops of + blood before adding: + </p> + <p> + “I knew it! It CAN be done, and if the worst should come to pass, why + should it not be done?” + </p> + <p> + Before an answer could be vouchsafed by either of the brothers, the pall + swooped down upon them once more, and again the supply of natural air was + shut off, while their vessel was rocked and swayed crazily, just as though + the delayed end was at last upon them. + </p> + <p> + For several minutes this torture endured, each second of which appeared to + be an hour to those imperilled beings, who surely must have perished, as + they lay pinned fast to the floor of the aerostat by that pitiless weight, + only for the precious air-tubes in connection with that cylinder of + compressed air. + </p> + <p> + After a seeming age of torment the awful pressure was relaxed, leaving the + trio gasping and shivering, as they lay side by side, barely conscious + that life lingered, for the moment unable to lift hand or head to aid + either self or another. + </p> + <p> + In spite of his far greater age, Professor Featherwit was first to rally, + and his voice was about the first thing distinguished by the brothers, as + their powers began to rally. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we take our chances, dear boys?” the professor was saying, in + earnest tones. “I believe there is a method of escaping from this + hell-chamber, although of what may lie beyond—” + </p> + <p> + “It can't well be worse than this!” huskily gasped Bruno. + </p> + <p> + “Anything—everything—just to get out o' here!” supplemented + Waldo, for once all spirits subdued. + </p> + <p> + “It may be death for us all, even if we do get outside,” gravely warned + the professor. “Bear that in mind, dear boys. It may be that not one of us + will escape with life, after—” + </p> + <p> + “How much better to remain here?” interrupted Bruno. “I felt death would + be a mercy—then! And I'd risk anything, everything, rather than go + through such another ordeal! I say,—escape!” + </p> + <p> + “Me too, all over!” vigorously decided Waldo, lifting himself to both + knees as he added: “Tell us what to do, and here I am, on deck, uncle.” + </p> + <p> + Even now Professor Phaeton hesitated, his eyes growing dimmer than usual + as they rested upon one face after the other, for right well he knew how + deadly would be the peril thus invited. + </p> + <p> + But, as the brothers repeated their cry, he turned away to swiftly knot a + strong trail-rope to a heavy iron grapnel, leaving the other end firmly + attached to a stanchion built for that express purpose. + </p> + <p> + “Hold fast, if you value life at all, dear boys!” he warned, then added: + “Heaven be kind to you, even if my life pays the forfeit! Now!” + </p> + <p> + Without further delay, he cast the heavy grapnel into that mass of boiling + vapour, then fell flat, as an awful jerk was given the aerostat. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. THE PROFESSOR'S UNKNOWN LAND. + </h2> + <p> + There was neither time nor opportunity for taking notes, for that long + rope straightened out in the fraction of a second, throwing all prostrate + as the flying-machine was jerked upward with awful force. + </p> + <p> + All around them raged and roared the mighty winds, while missiles of + almost every description pelted and pounded both machine and inmates + during those few seconds of extraordinary peril. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately neither the professor nor his nephews could fairly realise + just what was taking place, else their brains would hardly have stood the + test; and fortunately, too, that ordeal was not protracted. + </p> + <p> + A hideous experience while it lasted, those vicious currents dragging the + aerostat upward out of the air-chamber by means of grapnel and rope, then + casting all far away in company with wrecked trees and bushes, and even + solider materials, all shrouded for a time in dust and debris, which + hindered the eyesight of both uncle and nephews. + </p> + <p> + Through it all the brothers were dimly aware of one fact uncle Phaeton was + shrilly bidding them cling fast and have courage. + </p> + <p> + All at once they felt as though vomited forth from a volcano which + alternately breathed fire and ice, the clear light of evening bursting + upon their aching, smarting eyes with actual pain, while that horrid roar + of warring elements seemed to pass away in the distance, leaving them—where, + and how? + </p> + <p> + “We're falling to—merciful heavens! Hold fast, all!” screamed the + professor, desperately striving to regain full command of their air-ship. + “The tiller is jammed, but—” + </p> + <p> + To all seeming, the aerostat had sustained some fatal damage during that + brief eruption caused by the professor's little experiment, for it was + pitching drunkenly end for end, refusing to obey the hand of its builder, + bearing all to certain death upon the earth far below. + </p> + <p> + Half stupefied with fear, the brothers clung fast to the life-line and + glared downward, noting, in spite of themselves, how swiftly yonder dark + tree-tops and gray crags were shooting heavenward to meet them and claim + the sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + With fierce energy Professor Featherwit jerked and wrenched at the + steering-gear, uttering words such as had long been foreign to his lips, + but then—just when destruction appeared inevitable—a wild cry + burst from his lungs, as a broken bit of native wood came away in his left + hand, leaving the lever free as of old! + </p> + <p> + And then, with a dizzying swoop and rapid recovery, the gallant air-ship + came back to an even keel, sailing along with old-time grace and ease, + barely in time to avoid worse mishap as the crest of a tall tree was + brushed in their passage. + </p> + <p> + “Saved,—saved, my lads!” screamed the professor, as his heart-pet + soared upward once more until well past the danger-line. “Safe and sound + through all,—praises be unto the Lord, our Father!” + </p> + <p> + Neither brother spoke just then, for they lay there in half stupor, barely + able to realise the wondrous truth: that their lives had surely been + spared them, even as by a miracle! + </p> + <p> + That swooping turn now brought their faces towards the tornado, which was + at least a couple of miles distant, rapidly making that distance greater + even while continuing its work of destruction. + </p> + <p> + “And we—were in it!” huskily muttered Bruno, his lids closing with a + shiver, as he averted his face, unwilling to see more. + </p> + <p> + “Heap sight worse than being in the soup, too, if anybody asks you,” + declared Waldo, beginning to rally both in strength and in spirit. “But—what's + the matter with the old ship, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + For the aerostat was indulging itself in sundry distressing gyrations, + pretty much as a boy's kite swoops from side to side, when lacking in + tail-ballast, while the professor seemed unable to keep the machine under + complete control. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing serious, only—hold fast, all! I believe 'twould be as well + to make our descent, for fear something—steady!” + </p> + <p> + Just ahead there appeared a more than usually open space in the forest, + and, quite as much by good luck as through actual skill, Professor + Featherwit succeeded in making a landing with no more serious mishap than + sundry bruises and a little extra teeth-jarring. + </p> + <p> + As quickly as possible, both Bruno and Waldo pitched themselves out of the + partially disabled aeromotor, the elder brother grasping the grapnel and + taking a couple of turns of the strong rope around a convenient + tree-trunk, lest the ship escape them altogether. + </p> + <p> + “No need, my gallant boy!” assured the professor, an instant later. “All + is well,—all IS well, thanks to an over-ruling Providence!” + </p> + <p> + In spite of this expressed confidence, he hurriedly looked over his pet + machine, taking note of such injuries as had been received during that + remarkable journey, only giving over when fairly satisfied that all damage + might be readily made good, after which the aerostat would be as + trustworthy as upon its first voyage on high. + </p> + <p> + Then, grasping the brothers each by a hand, he smiled genially, then + lifted eyes heavenward, to a moment later sink upon his knees with bowed + head and hands folded across his bosom. + </p> + <p> + Bruno and Waldo imitated his action, and, though no audible words were + spoken, never were more heartfelt prayers sent upward, never more grateful + thanks given unto the Most High. + </p> + <p> + Boy, youth, and man alike seemed fairly awed into silence for the next few + minutes, unable to so soon cast off the spell which had fallen upon them, + one and each, when realising how mercifully their lives had been spared, + even after all earthly hope had been abandoned. + </p> + <p> + As usual, however, Waldo was first to rally, and, after silently moving + around the aerostat, upon which the professor was already busily at work + by the last gleams of the vanished sun, he paused, legs separated, and + hands thrust deep into pockets, head perking on one side as he spoke, + drawlingly: + </p> + <p> + “I say, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Waldo?” + </p> + <p> + “It'll never do to breathe even a hint of all this, will it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why so, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Whoever heard it would swear we were bald-headed liars right from + Storytown! And yet,—did it really happen, or have I been dreaming + all the way through?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit gave a brief, dry chuckle at this, rising erect to + cast a deliberate glance around their present location, then speaking: + </p> + <p> + “Without I am greatly mistaken, my dear boy, you will have still other + marvellous happenings to relate ere we return to what is, rightfully or + wrongfully, called civilisation.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that so? Then you really reckon—” + </p> + <p> + “For one thing, my lad, we are now fairly entered upon a terra incognita, + so far as our own race is concerned. In other words,—behold, the + Olympics!” + </p> + <p> + Both Bruno and Waldo cast their eyes around, but only a circumscribed view + was theirs. The shades of evening were settling fast, and on all sides + they could see but mighty trees, rugged rocks, a mountain stream from + whose pebbly bed came a soothing murmur. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing so mighty much to brag of, anyway,” irreverently quoth Waldo, + after that short-lived scrutiny. “It wouldn't fetch a dollar an acre at + auction, and for my part,—wonder when the gong will sound for + supper?” + </p> + <p> + That blunt hint was effective, and, letting the subject drop for the time + being, even the professor joined in the hurry for an evening meal, to + which one and all felt able to do full justice. + </p> + <p> + Although some rain had fallen at this point as well, no serious difficulty + was experienced in kindling a fire, while Waldo had little trouble in + heaping up a bounteous supply of fuel. + </p> + <p> + Through countless ages the forest monarchs had been shedding their + superfluous boughs, while here and there lay an entire tree, overthrown by + some unknown power, and upon which the brothers made heavy requisition. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit took from the locker a supply of tinned goods, + together with a patent coffee-pot and frying-pan, so convenient where + space is scarce and stowage-room precious. + </p> + <p> + With water from the little river, it took but a few minutes more to scent + the evening with grateful fumes, after which the adventurous trio squatted + there in the ruddy glow, eating, sipping, chatting, now and again forced + to give thanks for their really miraculous preservation after all human + hopes had been exhausted. + </p> + <p> + Although Professor Featherwit was but little less thankful for the + wondrous leniency shown them, he could not altogether refrain from + mourning the loss of his camera, with its many snap-shots at the tornado + itself, to say nothing of what he might have secured in addition, while + riding the storm so marvellously. + </p> + <p> + More to take his thoughts away from that loss than through actual + curiosity in the subject offered by way of substitute, Bruno asked for + further light upon the so-called terra incognita. + </p> + <p> + “Of course it isn't really an unknown land, though, uncle Phaeton?” he + added, almost apologetically. “In this age, and upon our own continent, + such a thing is among the impossibilities.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed? And, pray, how long since has it been that you would, with at + least equal positivity, have declared it impossible to enter a tornado + while in wildest career, yet emerge from it with life and limb intact?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle, but—this is different, by far.” + </p> + <p> + “In one sense, yes; in another, no,” affirmed the professor, with emphatic + nod, brushing the tips of his fingers together, as he moved back to assume + a more comfortable position inside the air-ship, then quickly preparing a + pipe and tobacco for his regular after-meal smoke. + </p> + <p> + A brief silence, then the professor spoke, clearly, distinctly: + </p> + <p> + “Washington has her great unknown land, quite as much as has the interior + of Darkest Africa, my boys, besides enjoying this peculiar advantage: + while adventurous white men have traversed those benighted regions in + every direction, even though little permanent good may have been + accomplished, this terra incognita remains virgin in that particular sense + of the word.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “That here in the Olympic region you see what is literally an unknown, + unexplored scope of country, as foreign to the foot of mankind as it was + countless ages gone by. So far as history reads, neither white man nor red + has ever ventured fairly within these limits; a mountainous waste which + rises from the level country, within ten or fifteen miles of the Straits + of San Juan de Fuca, in the north, the Pacific Ocean in the west, Hood's + Canal in the east, and the barren sand-hills lying to the far south. + </p> + <p> + “This irregular range is known upon the map as the Olympics, and, rising + to the height of from six to eight thousand feet, shut in a vast + unexplored area. + </p> + <p> + “The Indians have never penetrated it, so far as can be ascertained, for + their traditions say that it is inhabited by a very fierce tribe of + warriors, before whose might and strange weapons not one of the coast + tribes can stand.” + </p> + <p> + “One of the Lost Tribes of Israel, shouldn't wonder,” drawlingly + volunteered Waldo, stifling a yawn, and forced to rub his inflamed eyes + with a surreptitious paw. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit, though plainly absorbed in his curious theory, was + yet quick to detect this evidence of weariness, and laughed a bit, with + change of both tone and manner, as he spoke further: + </p> + <p> + “That forms but a partial introductory to my lecture, dear lads, but + perhaps it might be as well to postpone the rest for a more propitious + occasion. You have undergone sore trials, both of—Hark!” + </p> + <p> + Some sound came to his keen ears, which the brothers failed to catch, but + as they bent their heads in listening, another noise came, which proved + startling enough, in all conscience,—a shrill, maniacal screech, + which sent cold chills running races up each spine. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. A BRACE OF UNWELCOME VISITORS. + </h2> + <p> + Instinctively the brothers drew nearer each other, as though for mutual + protection, each one letting hand drop to belt where a revolver was + habitually carried, but which was lacking now, thanks to the great haste + with which they had taken wing at the approach of the tornado. + </p> + <p> + “What is it? What can it mean?” asked Bruno and Waldo, almost in the same + breath, as those fierce echoes died away in the distance. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit made no immediate reply, but by the glow of yonder + camp-fire he fumbled inside the magic locker, fetching forth firearms, + then speaking in hushed tones: + </p> + <p> + “Wait. Listen for—I knew it!” + </p> + <p> + From the opposite quarter came what might easily have been an echo of that + first wild screech, only louder, longer, more savage, if such a thing be + possible. + </p> + <p> + Prepared though they now were, neither brother could refrain from + shrinking and shuddering, so hideously that cry sounded in their ears. But + their uncle spoke in cool, clear tones: + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing supernatural about that, my lads. A panther or mountain + lion, I dare say, scenting the fumes of our cookery, and coming to claim a + share.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it isn't—Nothing spookish, uncle Phaeton?” ventured Waldo, in + slightly unsteady tones. + </p> + <p> + The professor gave swift assurance upon that point, and, rallying as few + youngsters would have done under like circumstances, the brothers grasped + the weapons supplied their hands, waiting and watching for what was to + come. + </p> + <p> + Once, twice, thrice those savage calls echoed far and wide, but with each + repetition losing a portion of their terrors; and knowing now that + prowling beasts surely were drawing nigh the camp-fire, the flying machine + was abandoned by the trio, all drawing closer to the fire, which might + prove no slight protection against attack. + </p> + <p> + Then followed a period of utter silence, during which their eyes roved + restlessly around, striving to sight the four-footed enemy ere an actual + attack could be made. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit was first to glimpse a pair of greenish eyes in + silent motion, and, giving a low hiss of warning to his nephews, that same + sound serving to check further progress on the part of the wild beast, his + short rifle came to a level, then emitted a peculiar sound. + </p> + <p> + Only the keenest of ears could have noted that, for only the fraction of + an instant later followed a sharp explosion, the darkness beyond being + briefly lit up by a yellowish glare. + </p> + <p> + “That's enough,—beware its mate!” cried the professor, keenly alert + for whatever might ensue; but the words were barely across his lips when, + with a vicious snarl, a furry shape came flying through the air, knocking + Featherwit over as he instinctively ducked his head with arm flying up as + additional guard. + </p> + <p> + Both man and beast came very near falling into the fire itself, and there + ensued a wild, confused scramble, out of which the brothers singled their + enemy, Waldo opening fire with a revolver, at close range, each shot + causing the lion to yell and snarl most ferociously. + </p> + <p> + A cat-like recovery, then the fatal leap might have followed, for the + confused professor was rising to his feet again, fairly in front of the + enraged brute; but ere worse came, Waldo and Bruno were to the rescue, one + firing as rapidly as possible, his brother driving a keen-bladed knife to + the very hilt just back of that quivering forearm. + </p> + <p> + One mad wrestle, in which both lads were overthrown, then the gaunt and + muscular brute stretched its length in a shivering throe, dead even while + it strove to slay. + </p> + <p> + Just as the professor hurried to the front, beseeching his boys to keep + out of peril if they loved him; at which Waldo laughed outright, although + never had he felt a warmer love for the same odd-speaking, queer-acting + personage than right at that moment. + </p> + <p> + “I'm all right; how's it with you, sir? And—Bruno?” + </p> + <p> + “Without a scratch to remember it by,” promptly asserted the elder + brother, likewise regaining his feet and taking hasty account of stock. + “No fault of his, though!” giving that carcass a kick as he spoke. “My + gracious! I caught just one glimpse of them, and I was ready to make + affidavit that each fang would measure a foot, while his claws—” + </p> + <p> + “Would pass through an elephant and clinch on the other side,” declared + Waldo, stooping far enough to lift one of those armed paws. “But, I say, + Bruno, how awfully they have shrunk, since then!” + </p> + <p> + Whether so intended or not, this characteristic break caused a mutual + laugh, and, as there was neither sound nor sign of further danger from + like source, one and all satisfied their curiosity by minutely inspecting + the huge brute, stirring up the fire for that purpose. + </p> + <p> + “An ugly customer, indeed, if we had given him anything like a fair show,” + gravely uttered the professor. “Only for your prompt assistance, my dear + boys, what would have become of poor me?” + </p> + <p> + “We acted on our own account, as well, please remember, uncle. And even + so, after all you have done for us since—” + </p> + <p> + “What was it you shot at, uncle Phaeton?” interrupted Waldo, who was + constitutionally averse to aught which savoured of sentiment. “Another one + of these—little squirrels, was it?” + </p> + <p> + Snatching up a blazing brand, the lad moved off in that direction, + whirling the torch around his head until it burst into clear flame, then + lowering it closer to a bloody heap of fur and powerful limbs, to give a + short ejaculation of wondering awe. + </p> + <p> + It was a headless body upon which he gazed, ragged fragments of skin and a + few splinters of bone alone remaining to tell that a solid skull had so + recently been thereon. + </p> + <p> + Professor Phaeton gave another of his peculiar little chuckles, as he drew + near, then patted the compact little rifle with which he had wrought such + extraordinary work: a weapon of his own invention, as were the + dynamite-filled shells to match. + </p> + <p> + “Although I am rather puny myself, boys, with this neat little contrivance + I could fairly well hold my own against man or beast,” he modestly + averred. + </p> + <p> + “A modern David,” gravely added Bruno, while Waldo chimed in with: + </p> + <p> + “What a dandy Jack the Giant-killer you would have been, uncle Phaeton, if + you had only lived in the good old days! I wish—and yet I don't, + either! Of course, it might have been jolly old sport right then, but now,—where'd + I be, to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “A day on which has happened a miracle far more marvellous than all that + has been set down in fairyland romance, my dear son,” earnestly spoke the + professor. “And when the astounding truth shall have been published, + broadcast, throughout all Christendom, what praises—” + </p> + <p> + “How thoroughly we shall be branded liars, and falsificationers from 'way + up the crick'!” exploded the youngster, making a wry grimace and moving on + to view the headless lion from a different standpoint. + </p> + <p> + “He means well, uncle Phaeton,” assured Bruno, in lowered tones. “He would + not knowingly hurt your feelings, sir, but—may I speak out?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” quickly. “Surely I am not one to stand in awe of, lad?” + </p> + <p> + “One to be loved and reverenced, rather,” with poorly hidden emotion; then + rallying, to add, “But when one finds it impossible to realise all that + has happened this afternoon, when one feels afraid to even make an effort + at such belief, how can the boy be blamed for feeling that all others + would pronounce us mad or—wilful liars?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Phaeton saw the point, and made a wry grimace while roughing up + his pompadour and brushing his closely trimmed beard with doubtful hand. + After all, was the whole truth to be ever spoken? + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, we can determine more clearly after fully weighing the + subject,” he said, turning back towards the flying-machine. “And, after + all, what has happened to us thus far may not seem so utterly incredible + after our explorations are completed.” + </p> + <p> + “Of this region, do you mean, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Of the Olympic mountains, and all their mountainous chain may encompass,—yes,” + curtly spoke the man of hopes, stepping inside the aerostat to perfect his + arrangements for the night. + </p> + <p> + Waldo took greater pleasure in viewing the mountain lion towards whose + destruction he had so liberally contributed, but when he spoke of removing + the skin, Bruno objected. + </p> + <p> + “Why take so much trouble for nothing, Waldo? Even if we could stow the + pelts away on board, they would make a far from agreeable burden. And if + what I fancy lies before us is to come true, the more lightly we are + weighted, the more likely we are to come safely to—well, call it + civilisation, just for a change.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you believe that uncle Phaeton is really in earnest about exploring + this region, Bruno?” + </p> + <p> + “He most assuredly is. Did you ever know him to speak idly, or to be + otherwise than in earnest, Waldo?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course uncle is all right, but—sometimes—” + </p> + <p> + A friendly palm slipped over those lips, cutting short the speech which + might perchance have left a sting behind. And yet the worthy professor had + no more enthusiastic acolyte than this same reckless speaking youngster, + when the truth was all told. + </p> + <p> + Leaving the animals where they had fallen, for the time being, the + brothers passed over to where rested the aeromotor, finding the professor + busily engaged in rigging up a series of fine wires, completely + surrounding the flying-machine, save for one narrow, gate-like + arrangement. + </p> + <p> + “Beginning to feel as though you could turn in for all night, eh, my + boys?” came his cheery greeting. + </p> + <p> + “Well, somehow I do feel as though 'the sandman' had been making his + rounds rather earlier than customary,” dryly said Waldo, winking rapidly. + “I believe there must have been a bit more wind astir to-day than common, + although neither of you may have noticed the fact.” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit chuckled softly while at work, but neither he nor + Bruno made reply in words. And then, his arrangements perfected save for + closing the circuit, which could only be done after all hands had entered + the air-ship, he spoke to the point: + </p> + <p> + “Come, boys. You've had a rough bit of experience this day, and there may + be still further trouble in store, here in this unknown land. Better make + sure of a full night's rest, and thus have a reserve fund to draw upon in + case of need.” + </p> + <p> + There was plenty of sound common sense in this adjuration, and, only + taking time to procure a can of fresh water from yonder stream, the two + youngsters stepped within that charmed circle, permitting their uncle to + close the circuit, and then test the queer contrivance to make sure all + was working nicely. + </p> + <p> + A confused sound broke forth, resembling the faraway tooting of tin horns, + which blended inharmoniously with the ringing of nearer bells, all + producing a noise which was warranted to arouse the heaviest sleeper from + his soundest slumber. + </p> + <p> + “That will give fair warning in case any intruder drifts this way,” + declared the professor, chucklingly, then sinking down and wrapping + himself up in a close-woven blanket, similar to those employed by the + boys. + </p> + <p> + “Even a ghost, or a goblin, do you reckon, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “Should such attempt to intrude, yes. Go to sleep, you young rascal!” + </p> + <p> + But that proved to be far more readily spoken than lived up to. Not but + that the brothers were weary, jaded, and sore of muscle enough to make + even the thought of slumber agreeable; but their recent experience had + been so thrilling, so nerve-straining, so far apart from the ordinary + routine of life, that hours passed ere either lad could fairly lose + himself in sleep. + </p> + <p> + Still, when unconsciousness did steal over their weary brains, it proved + to be all the more complete, and after that neither Bruno nor Waldo + stirred hand or foot until, well after the dawn of a new day, Professor + Featherwit shook first one and then the other, crying shrilly: + </p> + <p> + “Turn out, youngsters! A new day, and plenty of work to be done!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE PROFESSOR'S GREAT ANTICIPATIONS. + </h2> + <p> + A stretch and a yawn, which in Waldo's case ended in a prolonged howl, + which would not have disgraced either of their four-footed visitors of the + past evening, then the brothers Gillespie sprung forth from the + flying-machine, entering upon a race for the brawling mountain stream, + “shedding” their garments as they ran. + </p> + <p> + “First man in!” cried Bruno, whose clothes seemed to slip off the more + readily; but Waldo was not to be outdone so easily, and, reckless of the + consequences, he plunged into the eddying pool, with fully half of his + daylight rig still in place. + </p> + <p> + The water proved to be considerably deeper than either brother had + anticipated, and Waldo vanished from sight for a few seconds, then + reappearing with lusty puff and splutter, shaking the pearly drops from + his close-clipped curls, while ranting: + </p> + <p> + “Another vile fabrication nailed to the standard of truth, and clinched by + the hammer of—ouch!” + </p> + <p> + A wild flounder, then the youngster fairly doubled himself up, acting so + strangely that Bruno gave a little cry of alarm; but ere the elder brother + could take further action, Waldo swung his right arm upward and outward, + sending a goodly sized trout flashing through the air to the shore, crying + in boyish enthusiasm: + </p> + <p> + “Glory in great chunks! I want to camp right here for a year to come! Will + ye look at that now?” + </p> + <p> + Bruno had to dodge that writhing missile, and, before he could fairly + recover himself, Waldo had floundered ashore, leaving a yeasty turmoil in + his wake, but then throwing up a dripping hand, and speaking in an + exaggerated whisper: + </p> + <p> + “Whist, boy! On your life, not so much as the ghost of a whimper! The + hole's ramjammed chuck full of trout, and we'll have a meal fit for the + gods if—where's my fishing tackle?” + </p> + <p> + Bruno picked up the trout, so queerly brought to light, really surprised, + but feigning still further, as he made his examination. + </p> + <p> + “It really IS a trout, and—how long have you carried this about in + your clothes, Waldo Gillespie?” + </p> + <p> + “Not long enough for you to build a decent joke over it, brother mine. + Just happened so. Tried to ram its nose in one of my pockets, and of + course I had to take him in out of the wet. Pool's just full of them, too, + and I wouldn't wonder if—oh, quit your talking, and do something, + can't you, boy?” + </p> + <p> + Vigorously though he spoke, Waldo wound up with a shiver and sharp chatter + of teeth as the fresh morning air struck through his dripping garments. He + gave a coltish prance, as he turned to seek his fishing tackle; but, + unfortunately for his hopes of speedy sport, the professor was nigh enough + to both see and hear, and at once took charge of the reckless youngster. + </p> + <p> + “Wet to the hide, and upon an empty stomach, too! You foolish child! Come, + strip to the buff, and put on some of these garments until—here by + the fire, Waldo.” + </p> + <p> + And thus taken in tow, the lad was forced to slowly but thoroughly toast + his person beside the freshly started fire, ruefully watching his brother + deftly handle rod and line, in a remarkably short space of time killing + trout enough to furnish all with a bounteous meal. + </p> + <p> + “And I was the discoverer, while you reap all the credit, have all the + fun!” dolefully lamented Waldo, when the catch was displayed with an + ostentation which may have covered just a tiny bit of malice. “I'll put a + tin ear on you, Amerigo Vespucius!” + </p> + <p> + “All right; we'll have a merry go together, after you've cleaned the trout + for cooking, lad,” laughed his elder. + </p> + <p> + Waldo gazed reproachfully into that bright face for a brief space, then + bowed head in joined hands, to sob in heartfelt fashion, his sturdy frame + shaking with poorly suppressed grief—or mirth? + </p> + <p> + Bruno passed an arm caressingly over those shoulders, murmuring words of + comfort, earnestly promising to never sin again in like manner, provided + he could find forgiveness now. And then, with deft touch, that same hand + held his garment far enough for its mate to let slip a wriggling trout + adown his brother's back. + </p> + <p> + Waldo howled and jumped wildly, as the cold morsel slipped along his + spine, and ducking out of reach, the elder jester called back: + </p> + <p> + “Land him, boy, and you've caught another fish!” + </p> + <p> + Although laughing heartily himself, Professor Featherwit deemed it a part + of wisdom to interfere now, and, ere long, matters quieted down, all hands + engaged in preparing the morning meal, for which all teeth were now fairly + on edge. + </p> + <p> + If good nature had been at all disturbed, long before that breakfast was + despatched it was fully restored, and of the trio, Waldo appeared to be + the most enthusiastic over present prospects. + </p> + <p> + “Why, just think of it, will you?” he declaimed, as well as might be with + mouth full of crisply fried mountain trout, “where the game comes begging + for you to bowl it over, and the very fish try to jump into your pockets—” + </p> + <p> + “Or down your back, Amerigo,” interjected Bruno, with a grin. + </p> + <p> + “Button up, or you'll turn to be a Sorry-cus—tomer, old man,” came + the swift retort, with a portentous frown. “But, joking aside, why not? + With such hunting and fishing, I'd be willing to sign a contract for a + round year in this region.” + </p> + <p> + “To say nothing of exploration, and such discoveries as naturally attend + upon—” + </p> + <p> + “Then you really mean it all, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + Leaning back far enough to pluck a handful of green leaves, which fairly + well served the purpose of a napkin, Professor Featherwit brought forth + pipe and pouch, maintaining silence until the fragrant tobacco was well + alight. Then he gave a vigorous nod of his head, to utter: + </p> + <p> + “It has been the dearest dream of my life for more years gone by than you + would readily credit, my lads; or, in fact, than I would be wholly willing + to confess. And it was with an eye single to this very adventure that I + laboured to devise and perfect yonder machine.” + </p> + <p> + “A marvel in itself, uncle Phaeton. Only for that, where would we have + been, yesterday?” seriously spoke the elder Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “I know where we wouldn't have been: inside that blessed cy-nado!” + </p> + <p> + “Nor here, where you can catch brook trout in your clothes without the + trouble of taking them off, youngster.” + </p> + <p> + “And where you'll catch a precious hiding, without you let up harping on + that old string; it's way out of tune already, old man.” + </p> + <p> + “Tit for tat. Excuse us, please, uncle Phaeton. We're like colts in fresh + pasture, this morning,” brightly apologised Bruno, for both. + </p> + <p> + Apparently the professor paid no attention to that bit of sparring between + his nephews, staring into the glowing camp-fire with eyes which surely saw + more than yellow coals or ruddy flames could picture; eyes which burned + and sparkled with all the fires of distant youth. + </p> + <p> + “The dearest dream of all my life!” he repeated, in half dreamy tones, + only to rouse himself, with a a start and shoulder shake, an instant + later, forcing a bright smile as he glanced from face to face. “And why + not? How better could my last years be employed than in piercing the + clouds of mystery, and doubt, and superstition, with which this vast tract + has been enveloped for uncounted ages?” + </p> + <p> + “Is it really so unknown, then, uncle Phaeton?” hesitatingly asked Bruno, + touched, in spite of himself, by that intensely earnest tone and + expression. “Of course, I know what the Indians say; they are full of a + rude sort of superstitious awe, which—” + </p> + <p> + “Which is one of the surest proofs that truth forms a foundation for that + very superstition,” quickly interjected the professor. “It is an + undisputed fact that there are hundreds upon hundreds of square miles of + terra incognita, lying in this corner of Washington Territory. No white + man ever fairly penetrated these wilds, even so far as we may have been + carried while riding the tornado. Or, if so, he assuredly has never + returned, or made known his discoveries.” + </p> + <p> + “Provided there was anything beyond the ordinary to see or experience, + shouldn't we add, uncle?” suggested Waldo, modestly. + </p> + <p> + “There is,—there must be! No matter how wildly improbable their + traditions may seem in our judgment, it only takes calm investigation to + bring a fair foundation to light. In regard to this vast scope of country, + go where you will among the natives, question whom you see fit, as to its + secrets, and you will meet with the same results: a deep-seated awe, a + belief which cannot be shaken, that here strange monsters breed and + flourish, matched in magnitude and power by an armed race of human beings, + before whose awful might other tribes are but as ants in the pathway of an + elephant.” + </p> + <p> + Waldo let escape a low, prolonged whistle of mingled wonder and + incredulity, but Bruno gave him a covert kick, himself too deeply + interested to bear with a careless interruption just then. + </p> + <p> + “Of course there may be something of exaggeration in all this,” admitted + the enthusiastic professor. “Undoubtedly, there is at least a fair spice + of that; but, even so, enough remains to both waken and hold our keenest + interest. Listen, and take heed, my good lads. + </p> + <p> + “You have often enough, of late days, noticed these mountains, and if you + remark their altitude, the vast scope of country they dominate, the + position they fill, you must likewise realise one other fact: that an + immense quantity of snow in winter, rain in spring and autumn, surely must + fall throughout the Olympics. Understand?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly; why not, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell me this: where does all the moisture go to? What becomes of the + surplus waters? For it is an acknowledged fact that, though rivers and + brooks surely exist in the Olympics, not one of either flows away from + this wide tract of country!” + </p> + <p> + The professor paused for a minute, to let his words take full effect, then + even more positively proceeded: + </p> + <p> + “You may say, what I have had others offer by way of solution, that all is + drained into a mighty inland sea or enormous lake. Granting so much, which + I really believe to be the truth as far as it goes, why does that lake + never overflow? Of all that surely must drain into its basin, be that + enormously wide and deep as it may, how much could ordinary evaporation + dispose of? Only an infinitesimal portion; scarcely worth mentioning in + such connection. Then,—what becomes of the surplusage?” + </p> + <p> + Another pause, during which neither Gillespie ventured a solution; then + the professor offered his own suggestion: + </p> + <p> + “It must flow off in some manner, and what other manner can that be than—through + a subterranean connection with the Pacific Ocean?” + </p> + <p> + Bruno gave a short ejaculation at this, while Waldo broke forth in words, + after his own particular fashion: + </p> + <p> + “Jules Verne redivivus! Why can't WE take a trip through the centre of the + earth, or—or—any other little old thing like that?” + </p> + <p> + “With the tank of compressed air as a life-preserver?” laughed Bruno, in + turn. “That might serve, but; unfortunately, we have only the one, and we + are three in number, boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Only two, now; I'm squelched!” sighed the jester, faintly. + </p> + <p> + If the professor heard, he heeded not. Still staring with vacant gaze into + the fire, his face bearing a rapt expression curious to see, he broke into + almost unconscious speech: + </p> + <p> + “An enormous inland sea! Where float the mighty ichthyosaurus, the + megalosaurus, in company with the gigantic plesiosaurus! Upon whose + sloping shores disport the enormous mastodon, the stately megatherium, the + tremendous—eh?” + </p> + <p> + For Waldo was now afoot, brandishing a great branch broken from a dead + tree, uttering valiant war-whoops, and dealing tremendous blows upon an + imaginary enemy, spouting at the top of his voice a frenzied jargon, which + neither his auditors nor himself could possibly make sense out of. + </p> + <p> + Bruno, ever sensitive through his affectionate reverence for their uncle, + caught the youngster, and cast him to earth, whereupon Waldo pantingly + cried: + </p> + <p> + “Go on, please, uncle Phaeton. It's next thing to a museum and menagerie + combined, just to hear—” + </p> + <p> + “Will you hush, boy?” demanded Bruno, yet unable to wholly smother a + laugh, so ridiculous did it all sound and seem. + </p> + <p> + But Professor Featherwit declined, his foxy face wrinkling in a bashful + laugh. Whether so intended or not, he had been brought down to earth from + that dizzy flight, and now was fairly himself again. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my dear boys, I dare say it seems all a matter of jest and sport to + you; yet, after our riding in the centre of a tornado for uncounted miles, + coming forth with hardly a scratch or a bruise to show for it all, who + dare say such things may not be, even yet?” + </p> + <p> + “But,—those strange creatures are gone; the last one perished + thousands upon thousands of years ago, uncle Phaeton.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is said, and so follows the almost universal belief. Yet I have + seen, felt, cooked, tasted, and ate to its last morsel a steak from a + mammoth. True, the creature was dead; had been preserved for ages, no + doubt, within the glacier which finally cast it forth to human view; yet + who would have credited such a discovery, only fifty years ago? He who + dared to even hint at such a thing would have been derided and laughed at, + pronounced either fool or lunatic. And so,—if we should happen to + discover one or all of those supposedly extinct creatures here in this + terra incognita, I would be overjoyed rather than astounded.” + </p> + <p> + Bruno looked grave at this conclusion, but Waldo was not so readily + impressed, and, with shrugging shoulders, he made answer: + </p> + <p> + “Well, uncle, I'm not quite so ambitious as all that comes to. May I give + you my idea of it all?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. A DUEL TO THE DEATH. + </h2> + <p> + Professor Featherwit nodded assent, and, after a brief chuckle, Waldo + resumed: + </p> + <p> + “You can take all those big fellows with the jaw-breaking names, but as + for me, smaller game will do. Maybe a fellow couldn't fill his bag quite + so full, nor quite so suddenly, but there would be a great deal more + sport, and a mighty sight less danger, I take it!” + </p> + <p> + It was by no means difficult to divine that the professor had not yet + spoken all that busied his brain, but the thread was broken, his pipe was + out, and, emptying the ashes by tapping pipe-bowl against the heel of his + shoe, he rose erect, once more the man of action. + </p> + <p> + “You will have to clear up, lads, for I must make such few repairs as are + necessary to restore the aerostat to a state of efficiency. So long as + that remains in serviceable condition, we will always have a method of + advance or retreat. Without it—well, I'd rather not think of the + alternative.” + </p> + <p> + That dry tone and quiet sentence did more than all else to impress the + brothers with a sense of their unique position. Back came the remembrance + of all they had gathered concerning this strange scope of country since + first settling down fairly within the shadows of the Olympics, there to + put that strange machine together, preparing for what was to prove a + wonder-tour through many marvellous happenings. + </p> + <p> + Times beyond counting they had been assured by the natives that no mortal + could fairly penetrate that vast wilderness. Natural obstacles were too + great for any man to surmount, without saying aught of what lay beyond; of + the enormous animals, such as the civilised world never knew or fought + with; of the terrible natives, taller than the pines, larger than the + hills, more powerful by far than the gods themselves, eager to slay and to + devour,—so eager that, at times, living flesh and blood was more + grateful than all to their depraved tastes! + </p> + <p> + “Do you really reckon there is anything in it all, Bruno?” asked the + younger brother in lowered tones, glancing across to where their uncle was + busily engaged in those comparatively trifling repairs. + </p> + <p> + “It hardly seems possible, and yet—would the members of four + different tribes tell a story so nearly alike, without they had at least a + foundation of truth to go upon?” + </p> + <p> + “That's right. And yet—the inland sea sounds natural enough. We + know, too, that there are such things as underground rivers, outside of + Jules Verne's yarns. But those animals,—or reptiles,—which?” + </p> + <p> + “Both, I believe,” answered Bruno, with a subdued laugh. + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, old man. I never was worth a continental when it came + to such things. I prefer to live in the present, and so—well, now, + will you just look at that old cow!” + </p> + <p> + In surprise Waldo pointed across to where a bovine shape showed not far + beyond the pool at the base of the miniature waterfall; but his brother + had a fairer view, and, instantly divining the truth, grasped an arm and + hastily whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Hush, boy; can't you see? It's a buffalo, a hill buffalo, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Quick! the guns are in the machine! Down, Bruno, and maybe we can get a + shot and—” + </p> + <p> + His eager whisper was cut short, though not by grip of arm or act by his + brother. A rumbling roar broke forth from the further side of that + mountain stream, and as the dense bushes beyond were violently agitated, + the hill buffalo wheeled that way with marvellous rapidity. + </p> + <p> + Just as a long head and mighty shoulders spread the shrubbery wide apart, + jaws opening and lips curling back to lay great teeth bare, while another + angry sound, half growl, half snort, only too clearly proclaimed that + monster of the mountains, a grizzly bear. + </p> + <p> + “Smoke o' sacrifice!” gasped Waldo, as the grizzly suddenly upreared its + mighty bulk, head wagging, paws waving in queer fashion, lolling tongue + lending the semblance of drollery rather than viciousness. + </p> + <p> + “This way; to your guns, boys!” cautiously called out the professor, whose + notice had likewise been caught by those unusual sounds, and who had + already armed himself with his pet dynamite gun. + </p> + <p> + “Careful! He'll make a break for us at first sight, unless—down + close, and crawl for it, brother!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno set the good example, and Waldo was not too proud of spirit to + humble himself in like manner. Although this was their first glimpse of + “Old Eph” in his native wilds, both brothers entertained a very respectful + opinion of his prowess. + </p> + <p> + Under different circumstances their expectations might have been more + fully met, but just now the grizzly seemed wholly occupied with the + buffalo bull, whose sturdy bulk and armed front so resolutely opposed his + further progress towards that common goal, the pool of water. + </p> + <p> + The boys quickly reached the flying-machine and gripped the Winchester + rifles which Professor Featherwit had drawn forth from the locker at first + sight of the dangerous game. Thus armed, they felt ready for whatever + might come, and stood watching yonder rivals with growing interest. + </p> + <p> + “Will you look at that, now?” excitedly breathed Waldo, eyes aglow, as he + saw the bull cock its tail on high and tear up the soft soil with one + fierce sweep of its cloven hoof, shaking head and giving vent to a low but + determined bellow. + </p> + <p> + “It means a fight unto the death, I think,” whispered the professor. + </p> + <p> + “It's dollars to doughnuts on the bear,” predicted Waldo. “Scat, you + bull-headed idiot! Don't you know that you're not deuce high to his ace? + Can't you see that he can chew you up like—” + </p> + <p> + “Are you mighty sure of all that, boy?” laughingly cut in Bruno; for at + that moment the buffalo made a sudden charge at his upright adversary, + knocking the grizzly backward in spite of its viciously flying paws. + </p> + <p> + “Great Peter on a bender! If I ever—no, I never!” + </p> + <p> + Even the professor was growing excited, holding the dynamite gun under one + arm while gently tapping palms together as an encore. + </p> + <p> + Naturally enough, their sympathies were with the buffalo, since the odds + seemed so immensely against him; but their delight was short-lived, for, + instead of following up the advantage so bravely won, the bull fell back + to paw and bellow and shake his shaggy front. + </p> + <p> + With marvellous activity for a brute of his enormous bulk and weight, the + grizzly recovered its feet, then lumbered forward with clashing teeth and + resounding growls. + </p> + <p> + Nothing loath, the buffalo met that charge, and for a short space of time + the struggle was veiled by showers of leaf-mould and damp dirt cast upon + the air as the rivals fought for supremacy—and for life. + </p> + <p> + For that this was destined to be a duel to the very death not one of those + spectators could really doubt. That encounter may have been purely + accidental, but the creatures fought like enemies of long standing. + </p> + <p> + As their relative positions changed, the buffalo contrived to get in + another vigorous butt, sending bruin end for end down that gentle slope to + souse into the pool of water, that cool element cutting short a savage + roar of mad fury. + </p> + <p> + Then the trio of spectators could take notes, and with something of sorrow + they saw that the buffalo had already suffered severely, bleeding from + numerous great gashes torn by the grizzly's long talons, while one bloody + eye dangled below its socket, held only by a thread of sinew. + </p> + <p> + Nor had bruin escaped without hurt, as all could see when he floundered + out of the water, bent upon renewing the duel; but there was little room + left for doubting what the ultimate result would be were the animals left + to their own devices. + </p> + <p> + Like all bold, free-hearted lads, Waldo ever sympathised with the weaker, + and now, unable to hold his feelings in check, he gave a short cry, + levelling his Winchester and opening fire upon the grizzly, just as it won + fairly clear of the water. + </p> + <p> + Stung to fury by those pellets, the brute reared up with a horrid roar, + turning as though to charge this new enemy; but ere he could do more, the + professor's gun spoke, and as the dynamite shell exploded, bruin fell back + a writhing mass, his head literally smashed to pieces. + </p> + <p> + Heedless of all else, the wounded buffalo charged with lusty bellow, + goring that quivering mass with unabated fury, though its life was clearly + leaking out through those ghastly cuts and slashes. + </p> + <p> + A brief pause, then Professor Featherwit swiftly reloaded his gun, sending + another shell across the stream, this time more as a boon than as + punishment. + </p> + <p> + Smitten fairly in the forehead, the bull dropped as though beneath a bolt + of lightning, life going out without so much as a single struggle or a + single pang. + </p> + <p> + “Twas better thus,” declared the professor, as Waldo gave a little + ejaculation of dismay. “He must have bled to death in a short time, and + this was true mercy. Besides, buffalo meat is very good eating, and the + day may come when we shall need all we can get. Who knows?” + </p> + <p> + After the animals were inspected, and due comment made upon the awfully + sure work wrought by the dynamite gun, the professor suggested that, while + he was completing repairs upon the aeromotor, the brothers should secure a + supply of fish and of flesh, cooking sufficient to provide for several + meals, for there was no telling just when they would have an equal chance. + </p> + <p> + “Just as soon as we can put all in readiness,” he continued, “I am going + to leave this spot. My first wish is to thoroughly test the aerostat, to + make certain it has received no serious injury. Then, if all promises + well, I mean to begin our tour of exploration, hoping that we may, at + least, find something well worthy the strange reputation given these + Olympics by the natives.” + </p> + <p> + Without raising any objections, the brothers fell to work, Bruno looking + after the flesh, while Waldo undertook to supply the fish. That was but + fair, since he had been cheated out of catching the first mess. + </p> + <p> + Not a little to his delight, the professor found that the flying-machine + would promptly answer his touch and will, rising easily off the ground, + then descending at call, evidently having passed through the ordeal of the + bygone evening without serious harm. + </p> + <p> + Still, all this consumed time, and it was after a late dinner that + everything was pronounced in readiness for an ascension: the meat and fish + nicely cooked and packed for carriage, a pot of strong coffee made and + stowed beyond risk of leakage, the flying-machine itself quivering in that + gentle breeze as though eager to find itself once more afloat far above + the earth and its obstructions to easy navigation. + </p> + <p> + Waldo expressed some grief at leaving a spot where game came in such + plentitude to find the hunter, and trout simply longed to be caught; but + upon being assured of other opportunities, perhaps even more delightful, + he sighed and gave consent to mount into space. + </p> + <p> + “Only—don't ask me to tackle any of those big dictionary fellows + such as you talked about this morning, uncle Phaeton, for I simply can't; + they'd get away with my baggage while I was trying to spell their names + and title—and all that!” + </p> + <p> + Without any difficulty the aeromotor was sent out of and above the forest, + heading towards the northwest; that is, direct for the heart of the + Olympics, of whose marvels Professor Featherwit held such exalted hopes + and expectations. + </p> + <p> + Grim and forbidding those mountains looked as the air-ship sailed swiftly + over them, opening up a wider view when the bare, rugged crest was once + left fairly to the rear. Save for those bald crowns, all below appeared a + solid carpet of tree-tops, now lower, there higher, yet ever the same: + seemingly impenetrable to man, should such an effort be made. + </p> + <p> + Once fairly within the charmed circle, leaving the rocky ridge behind, + Professor Featherwit slackened speed, permitting the ship to drift onward + at a moderate pace, one hand touching the steering-gear, while its fellow + held a pair of field-glasses to his eager eyes. + </p> + <p> + All at once he gave a half-stifled cry, partly rising in his excitement, + then crying aloud in thrilling tones: + </p> + <p> + “The sea,—an inland sea!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. GRAPPLING A QUEER FISH. + </h2> + <p> + At nearly the same moment both Bruno and Waldo caught a glimpse of water, + shining clear and distinct amidst that sombre setting; but as yet a + tree-crested elevation interfered with the prospect, and it was not until + after the course of the air-ship had been materially changed, and some + little time had elapsed, that aught definite could be determined as to the + actual spread of that body of water. + </p> + <p> + This proved to be considerable, although it needed but a single look into + the professor's face to learn that his eager hopes and exalted + anticipations fell far short of realisation. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it's a sea all right,” generously declared Waldo, giving a vigorous + sniff by way of strengthening his words. “I can smell the salt clear from + this. A sea, even if it isn't quite so large as others,—what one + might term a lower-case c!” + </p> + <p> + If nothing else, that generous effort brought its reward in the dry little + chuckle which escaped the professor's lips, and a kindly glow showed + through his glasses as he turned towards Waldo with a nod of + acknowledgment. + </p> + <p> + “Barring the salty scent, my dear boy, which probably finds birth in your + kindly imagination. So, on the whole, perhaps 'twould be just as well to + term it a lake.” + </p> + <p> + “One of no mean dimensions, at any rate, uncle Phaeton.” + </p> + <p> + “True, Bruno,” with a nod of agreement, yet with forehead contracting into + a network of troubled lines. “Naturally so, and yet—surely this must + be merely a portion? Unless—yet I fail to see aught which might be + interpreted as being—” + </p> + <p> + Promptly responding to each touch of hand upon steering-gear, the + aeromotor swung smoothly around, sailing on even keel right into the teeth + of the gentle wind, by this time near enough to that body of water for the + air-voyagers to scan its surface: a considerable expanse, all told, yet by + no means of such magnitude as Professor Featherwit had anticipated. + </p> + <p> + Too deeply absorbed in his own thoughts to notice the little cries and + ejaculations which came from the brothers, he caused the aerostat to rise + higher, slowly sweeping that extended field with his glasses. + </p> + <p> + He could see where several streams entered the body of water, coming from + opposite points of the compass, and thus confirming at least one portion + of his explained theory; but, so far as his visual powers went, there was + no other considerable body of water to be discovered. + </p> + <p> + “Yet, how can that contracted basin contain all the drainage from this + vast scope of country? How can we explain the stubborn fact of—What + now, lads?” + </p> + <p> + An abrupt break, but one caused by the eager cry and loud speech from the + lips of the younger Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “Looky yonder! Isn't that one o' those sour-us dictionary fellows on a + bender? Isn't that—but I don't—no, it's only—” + </p> + <p> + “Only a partly decayed tree gone afloat!” volunteered Bruno, with a merry + laugh, as his eager brother drew back in evident chagrin. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's all right. It ought to've been one, even if it isn't. What's + the use in coming all this way, if we're not going to discover something + beyond the common? And my sour-us is worth more than one of the other + kind, after all; get it ashore and you might cook dinner for a solid month + by it; now there!” + </p> + <p> + It was easily to be seen that Waldo had been giving free rein to his + expectations ever since the professor's little lecture, but his natural + chagrin was quickly forgotten in a matter of far greater interest. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit had resumed his scrutiny of yonder body of water, + slowly turning his glasses while holding the air-ship on a true course and + even keel. + </p> + <p> + For a brief space nothing interfered with the steady motion of the + field-glasses, but then something called for a more thorough examination, + and little by little the savant leaned farther forward, breath coming more + rapidly, face beginning to flush with deepening interest. + </p> + <p> + Bruno took note of all this, and, failing to see aught to account for the + symptoms with unaided eyes, at length ventured to speak. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, uncle Phaeton? Something of interest, or your looks—” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit gave a start, then lowered the glasses and reached + them towards his nephew, speaking hurriedly: + </p> + <p> + “You try them, Bruno; your eyes are younger, and ought to be keener than + mine. Yonder; towards the lower end of the—the lake, please.” + </p> + <p> + Nothing loath, Gillespie complied, quickly finding the correct point upon + which the professor's interest had centred, holding the glasses motionless + for a brief space, then giving vent to an eager ejaculation. + </p> + <p> + “What is it all about, bless you, boy?” demanded Waldo, unable longer to + curb his hot impatience. “Another drifting tree, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but,—did you see it, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw something which—what do YOU see, first?” + </p> + <p> + “A great big suck,—a monster whirlpool which is hollowed like—” + </p> + <p> + “I knew it! I felt that must be the true solution of it all!” cried uncle + Phaeton, squirming about pretty much as one might into whose veins had + been injected quicksilver in place of ordinary blood. “The outlet! Where + the surplus waters drain off to the Pacific Ocean!” + </p> + <p> + “I say, give me a chance, can't you?” interrupted Waldo, grasping the + glasses and shifting his station for one more favourable as a lookout. + </p> + <p> + He had seen sufficient to catch the right angle, and then gave a + suppressed snort as he took in the view. Half a minute thus, then a wild + cry escaped his lips, closely followed by the words: + </p> + <p> + “Now I DO see something! And it isn't a drifting tree, either! Or, that + is, something else which—shove her closer, uncle Phaeton! True as + you live, there's something caught in yonder big suck which is—closer, + for love of glory!” + </p> + <p> + “If this is another joke, Waldo—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, I tell you, Bruno! Shove her over, uncle, for, without this glass + is hoodooed, we're needed right yonder,—and needed mighty bad, too!” + </p> + <p> + Little need of so much urging, by the way, since Professor Featherwit was + but slightly less excited by their double discovery, and even before the + glasses were clapped to Waldo's eyes the aerostat swung around to move at + full speed towards that precise quarter of the compass. + </p> + <p> + “What is it you see, then, boy?” demanded Bruno, itching to take the + glasses, yet straining his own vision towards that as yet far-distant + spot. + </p> + <p> + “Something like—oh, see how the water is running out,—just + like emptying a bathtub through a hole at the bottom! And see what—a + man caught in the whirl, true's you're a foot high, uncle!” + </p> + <p> + “A man? Here? Impossible,—incredible, boy!” fairly exploded the + professor, not yet ready to relinquish his cherished belief in a terra + incognita. + </p> + <p> + The air-voyagers were swiftly nearing that point of interest, and now + keen-eyed Bruno caught a glimpse of a drifting object which had been drawn + within the influence of yonder whirlpool, but which was just as certainly + a derelict from the forest. + </p> + <p> + “Another floating tree-trunk for Waldo!” he cried, with a short laugh, + feeling far from unpleased that the intense strain upon his nerves should + be thus lessened. “Try it again, lad, and perhaps—” + </p> + <p> + “Try your great-grandmother's cotton nightcap! Don't you suppose I can + tell the difference between a tree and a—” + </p> + <p> + “Ranting, prancing, cavorting 'sour-us' right out of Webster's Unabridged, + eh, laddy-buck?” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, if you can only keep on thinking that way, old man; but + if yonder isn't a fellow being in a mighty nasty pickle, then I wouldn't + even begin to say so! And—you look, uncle Phaeton, please.” + </p> + <p> + Nothing loath, the professor took the proffered glasses, and but an + instant later he, too, gave a sharp cry of amazement, for he saw, clinging + to the trunk of a floating tree, swiftly moving with those circling + waters, a living being! + </p> + <p> + And but a few seconds later, Bruno made the same discovery, greatly to the + delight of his younger brother. + </p> + <p> + “A man! And living, too!” + </p> + <p> + “Of course; reckon I'd make such a howl about a floater?” bluntly + interjected Waldo. “But I'll do my crowing later on. For now we've got to + get the poor fellow out of that,—just got to yank him out!” + </p> + <p> + Through all this hasty interchange of words, the aeromotor was swiftly + progressing, and now swung almost directly above the whirlpool, giving all + a fair, unobstructed view of everything below. + </p> + <p> + The suction was so great that a sloping basin was formed, more than one + hundred yards in diameter, while the actual centre lay a number of feet + lower than the surrounding level. + </p> + <p> + Half-way down that perilous slope a great tree was revolving, and to this, + as his forlorn hope, clung a half-clad man, plainly alive, since he was + looking upward, and—yes, waving a hand and uttering a cry for aid + and succour. + </p> + <p> + “Help! For love of God, save me!” + </p> + <p> + “White,—an American, too!” exploded Waldo, taking action as by + brilliant inspiration. “Hang over him, uncle, for I'm going—to go + fishing—for a man!” + </p> + <p> + Waldo was tugging at the grapnel and long drag-rope. Bruno was quick to + divine his intention, and lent a deft hand, while the professor + manipulated the helm so adroitly as to keep the flying-machine hovering + directly above yonder imperilled stranger, leaning far over the hand-rail + to shout downward: + </p> + <p> + “Have courage, sir, and stand ready to help yourself! We will rescue you + if it lies within the possibilities of—we WILL save you!” + </p> + <p> + “You bet we just will, and right—like this,” spluttered Waldo, as he + cast the grapnel over the rail and swiftly lowered it by the rope. “Play + you're a fish, stranger, and when you bite, hang on like grim death to a—steady, + now!” + </p> + <p> + Fortunately nothing occurred to mar the programme so hastily arranged, for + the drift was drawing nearer the centre of the whirl, and if once fairly + caught by that, nothing human could preserve the stranger from death. + </p> + <p> + “Make a jump and grab it, if you can't do better!” cried Waldo, intensely + excited now that the crisis was at hand. + </p> + <p> + The long rope with its iron weight swayed awkwardly in spite of all he + could do to steady it, and as each one of the three prongs was meant for + catching and holding fast to whatever they touched, there was no slight + risk of impaling the man, thus giving him the choice of another and still + more painful death. + </p> + <p> + Then, with a desperate grasp, a death-clutch, he caught one arm of the + grapnel, holding fast as the shock came. He was carried clear of the tree, + and partly submerged in the water as his added weight brought the + flying-machine so much lower. + </p> + <p> + “Up, up, uncle Phaeton!” fairly howled Waldo, at the same time tugging at + the now taut rope, in which he was ably seconded by his brother. “For love + of—higher, uncle!” + </p> + <p> + Then the noble machine responded to the touch of its builder, lifting the + dripping stranger clear of the whirling currents, swinging him away + towards yonder higher level, where a fall would not prove so quickly + fatal. And then the eager professor gave a shrill cheer as he saw the man, + by a vigorous effort, draw his body upward sufficiently far to throw one + leg over an arm of the grapnel itself. + </p> + <p> + Knowing now that the rescued was in no especial peril, uncle Phaeton left + the air-ship to steer itself long enough for his nimble hands to take + several turns of the drag-rope around the cleat provided for that express + purpose, thus relieving both Bruno and Waldo of the heavy strain, which + might soon begin to tell upon them. + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah for we, us, and company!” cried Waldo, relieving his lungs of a + portion of their pent-up energy, then leaning perilously far over the edge + of the machine to encourage the queer fish he had hooked. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. RESCUED AND RESCUERS. + </h2> + <p> + Despite their very natural excitement, caused by this peril and its + foiling, Professor Featherwit retained nearly all his customary coolness + and presence of mind. + </p> + <p> + Readily realising that after such a grim ordeal would almost certainly + come a powerful revulsion, his first aim was to swing the stranger far + enough away from the whirlpool to give him a fair chance for life, in case + he should fall, through dizziness or physical collapse, from the end of + the drag-rope. + </p> + <p> + This took but a few seconds, comparatively speaking, though, doubtless, + each moment seemed an age to the rescued stranger. Then the professor + slowed his ship, looking around in order to determine upon the wisest + route to take. + </p> + <p> + For one thing, it would be severe work to draw the stranger bodily up and + into the aerostat. For another, unless he should grow weak, or suffer from + vertigo, both time and labour would be saved by taking him direct to the + shore of this broad lake. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the rope was made fast, and the strain taken off their muscles + as well as their minds, Bruno flashed a look around, naturally turning his + eyes in the direction of the whirlpool. + </p> + <p> + Although less than a couple of minutes had elapsed since the man was + lifted off the circling drift, even thus quickly had the end drawn nigh; + for, even as he looked that way, Gillespie saw the great trunk sucked into + the hidden sink, the top rising with a shiver clear out of the water as + the butt lowered, a hollow, rumbling sound coming to all ears as— + </p> + <p> + “Gone!” cried Bruno, in awed tones, as the whole drift vanished from sight + for ever. + </p> + <p> + “Sucked in by Jonah's whale, for ducats!” screamed Waldo, excitedly. + “Fetch on your blessed 'sour-us' of both the male and female sect! Trot + 'em to the fore, and if my little old suck don't take the starch out of + their backbones,—they DID have backbones, didn't they, uncle + Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit frowned, and shook his head in silent reproof. More + nearly, perhaps, than either of the boys, he realised what an awful peril + this stranger had so narrowly escaped. It was far too early to turn that + escape into jest, even for one naturally light of heart. + </p> + <p> + He leaned over the hand-rail, peering downward. He could see the rescued + man sitting firmly in the bend of the grapnel, one hand tightly gripping + the rope, its mate shading his eyes, as he stared fixedly towards the + whirling death-pool, from whose jaws he had so miraculously been plucked. + </p> + <p> + There was naught of debility, either of body or of mind, to be read in + that figure, and with his fears on that particular point set at rest, for + the time being, Professor Featherwit called out, distinctly: + </p> + <p> + “Is it all well with you, my good friend? Can you hold fast until the + shore is reached, think?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven bless you,—yes!” came the reply, in half-choked tones. “If I + fail in giving thanks—” + </p> + <p> + “Never mention it, friend; it cost us nothing,” cheerily interrupted the + professor, then adding, “Hold fast, please, and we'll put on a wee bit + more steam.” + </p> + <p> + The flying-machine was now fairly headed for a strip of shore which + offered an excellent opportunity for making a safe landing, and as that + accelerated motion did not appear to materially affect the stranger, it + took but a few minutes to clear the lake. + </p> + <p> + “Stand ready to let go when we come low enough, please,” warned the + professor, deftly managing his pet machine for that purpose. + </p> + <p> + The stranger easily landed, then watched the flying-machine with painfully + eager gaze, hands clasped almost as though in prayer. A more remarkable + sight than this half-naked shape, burned brown by the sun, poorly + protected by light skins, with sinew fastenings, could scarcely be + imagined; and there was something close akin to tears in more eyes than + one when he came running in chase, arms outstretched, and voice wildly + appealing: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come back! Take me,—don't leave me,—for love of God and + humanity, don't leave me to this living death!” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit called back a hasty assurance, and brought the + air-ship to a landing with greater haste than was exactly prudent, all + things considered; but who could keep cool blood and unmoved heart, with + yonder piteous object before their eyes? + </p> + <p> + When he saw that the flying-machine had fairly landed, and beheld its + inmates stepping forth upon the sands with friendly salutations, the + rescued stranger staggered, hands clasping his temples for a moment of + drunken reeling, then he fell forward like one smitten by the hand of + sudden death. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit called out a few curt directions, which were promptly + obeyed by his nephews, and after a few minutes' well-directed work + consciousness was restored, and the stranger feebly strove to give them + thanks. + </p> + <p> + In vain these were set aside. He seemed like one half-insane from joy, and + none who saw and heard could think that all this emotion arose from the + simple rescue from the whirlpool. Nor did it. + </p> + <p> + Wildly, far from coherently, the poor fellow spoke, yet something of the + awful truth was to be gleaned even from those broken, disjointed + sentences. + </p> + <p> + For ten years an exile in these horrible wilds. For ten years not a single + glimpse of white face or figure. For ten ages no intelligible voice, save + his own; and that, through long disuse, had threatened to desert him! + </p> + <p> + “Ten years!” echoed Waldo, in amazement. “Why didn't you rack out o' this, + then? I know I would; even if the woods were full of—'sour-us' and + the like o' that! Yes, SIR!” + </p> + <p> + A low, husky laugh came through those heavily bearded lips, and the + stranger flung out his hands in a sweeping gesture, sunken eyes glowing + with an almost savage light as he spoke with more coherence: + </p> + <p> + “Why is it, young gentleman? Why did I not leave, do you ask? Look! All + about you it stretches: a cell,—a death-cell, from which escape is + impossible! Here I have fought for what is ever more precious than bare + life: for liberty; but though ten awful years have rolled by, here I + remain, in worse than prison! Escape? Ah, how often have I attempted to + escape, only to fail, because escape from these wilds is beyond the power + of any person not gifted with wings!” + </p> + <p> + “Ten years, you say, good friend? And all that time you have lived here + alone?” asked the professor, curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Ten years,—ten thousand years, I could almost swear, only for + keeping the record so carefully, so religiously. And—pitiful Lord! + How gladly would I have given my good right arm, just for one faraway + glimpse of civilisation! How often—but I am wearying you, gentlemen, + and you may—pray don't think that I am crazy; you will not?” + </p> + <p> + Both the professor and Bruno assured him to the contrary, but Waldo was + less affected, and his curiosity could no longer be kept within bounds. + Gently tapping one hairy arm, he spoke: + </p> + <p> + “I say, friend, what were you doing out yonder in the big suck? Didn't you + know the fun was hardly equal to the risk, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Easy, lad,” reproved the professor; but with a a smile, which strangely + softened that haggard, weather-worn visage, the stranger spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Nay, kind sir, do not check the young gentleman. If you could only + realise how sweet it is to my poor ears,—the sound of a friendly + voice! For so many weary years I have never heard one word from human lips + which I could understand or make answer to. And now,—what is it you + wish to know, my dear boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, since you've lived here so long, surely you hadn't ought to get + caught in such a nasty pickle; unless it was through accident?” + </p> + <p> + “It was partly accidental. One that would have cost me dearly had not you + come to my aid so opportunely. And yet,—only for one thing, I could + scarcely have regretted vanishing for ever down that suck!” + </p> + <p> + His voice choked, his head bowed, his hands came together in a nervous + grip, all betokening unusual agitation. Even Waldo was just a bit awed, + and the stranger was first to break that silence with words. + </p> + <p> + “How did the mishap come about, is it, young gentleman?” he said, a wan + smile creeping into his face, and relaxing those tensely drawn muscles + once more. “While I was trying to replenish my stock of provisions, and + after this fashion, good friends. + </p> + <p> + “I was fishing from a small canoe, and as the bait was not taken well, I + must have fallen into a day dream, thinking of—no matter, now. And + during that dreaming, the breeze must have blown me well out into the + lake, for when I was roused up by a sharp jerk at my line, I found myself + near its middle, without knowing just how I came there. + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea what sort of fish had taken my bait,—there are many + enormous ones in the lake,—but it proved far too powerful for me to + manage, and dragged the canoe swiftly through the water, heading directly + for the outlet, yonder.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't you let it go free, then?” + </p> + <p> + “The line was fastened to the prow, and I could not loosen it in time. I + drew my knife,—one of flint, but keen enough to serve,—only to + have it jerked out of my hand and into the water. Then, just as the fish + must have plunged into the suck, I abandoned my canoe, jumping overboard.” + </p> + <p> + “That's just what I was wondering about,” declared Waldo, with a vigorous + nod of his head. “Yet we found you—there?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I am a wretchedly poor swimmer. I managed to reach a drift which + had not yet fairly entered the whirl, but I could do nothing more towards + saving myself. Then—you can guess the rest, gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + “And the canoe?” demanded Waldo, content only when all points were made + manifest. + </p> + <p> + “I saw it dragged down the centre of the suck,” with an involuntary + shiver. “The fish must have plunged into the underground river, whether + willingly or not I can only surmise. But all the while I was drifting + yonder, around and around, with each circuit drawing closer to the awful + end, I could not help picturing to myself how the canoe must have plunged + down, and down, and—burr-r-r!” + </p> + <p> + A shuddering shiver which was more eloquent than words; but Waldo was not + yet wholly content, finding an absorbing interest in that particular + subject. + </p> + <p> + “You call it a river: how do you know it's a river?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I can only guess at the facts, my dear boy,” the stranger made + reply, smiling once more, and, with an almost timid gesture, extending one + hairy paw to lightly touch and gently stroke the arm nearest him. + </p> + <p> + Bruno turned away abruptly, for that gesture, so simple in itself, yet so + full of pathos to one who bore in mind those long years of solitary exile, + brought a moisture to his big brown eyes of which, boy-like, he felt + ashamed. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit likewise took note, and with greater presence of mind + came to the rescue, lightly resting a hand upon the stranger's half-bare + shoulder while addressing his words to the youngster. + </p> + <p> + A tremulous sigh escaped those bearded lips, and their owner drew closer + to the wiry little aeronaut, plainly drawing great comfort from that mere + contact. And with like ease uncle Phaeton lifted one of those hairy arms + to rest it over his own shoulders, speaking briskly the while. + </p> + <p> + “There is only one way of demonstrating the truth more clearly, my + youthful inquisitor, and that is by sending you on a voyage of + exploration. Are you willing to make the attempt, Waldo?” + </p> + <p> + “Not this evening; some other evening,—maybe!” drawing back a bit, + with a shake of his curly pate to match. “But, I say, uncle Phaeton—” + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to complete my say, first, dear boy,” with a bland smile. “That + is easily done, though, for it merely consists of this: yonder sink, or + whirlpool, is certainly the method this lake has of relieving itself of + all surplus water. Everything points to a subterranean river which + connects this lake with the Pacific Ocean.” + </p> + <p> + “Wonder how long I'd have to hold my breath to make the trip?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. ANOTHER SURPRISE FOR THE PROFESSOR. + </h2> + <p> + The stranger laughed aloud at this, then seemed surprised that aught of + mirth could be awakened where grief and despair had so long reigned + supreme. + </p> + <p> + “You will come with me to—to my den, gentlemen?” he asked, still + nervous, and plainly loath to do aught which indicated a return to his + recent dreary method of living. + </p> + <p> + “Is the distance great?” asked Professor Featherwit, with a glance towards + the aeromotor, then flashing his gaze further, as though to guard against + possible harm coming to that valuable piece of property. + </p> + <p> + More than ever to be guarded now, since the words spoken by this exile. + Better death in yonder mighty whirlpool than a half-score years' + imprisonment here! + </p> + <p> + Not so very far, he was assured, while it would be comparatively easy to + float the air-ship above the trees, there of no extraordinary growth. + </p> + <p> + At the same time this assurance was given, the stranger could not mask his + uneasiness of mind, and it was really pitiful to see one so strong in body + and limb, so weak otherwise. + </p> + <p> + But uncle Phaeton was a fairly keen judge of human nature, and possessed + no small degree of tact. Divining the real cause of that dread, he took + the easiest method of allaying it, speaking briskly as he moved across to + the aerostat. + </p> + <p> + “Bear the gentleman company, my lads, while I manage the ship. You will + know what signals to make, and I can contrive the rest.” + </p> + <p> + Again the recluse laughed, but now it was through pure joy, such as he had + not experienced for long years gone by. He was not to be deserted by his + rescuers from the whirlpool, and that was comfort enough for the moment. + </p> + <p> + Thanks to that guidance, but little time was cut to waste, Professor + Featherwit taking the flying-machine away from the shore of the lake, + floating slowly above the tree-tops, guiding his movements by those below, + finally effecting a safe landing in a miniature glade, at no great + distance from the “den” alluded to by their new-found friend. + </p> + <p> + “It will be perfectly safe here,” the exile hastened to give assurance, as + that landing was made. “Then, too, this is the only spot nigh at hand from + which a hasty ascent could well be made, even with such an admirable + machine as yours. Ah, me!” with a long breath which lacked but little of + being a sigh, as he keenly, eagerly examined the aerostat. “A marvel! Who + would have dared predict such another, only a dozen years ago? I thought + we had drawn very close to perfection while I was in the profession, but + this,—marvellous!” + </p> + <p> + Both words and manner gave the keen-witted professor a clew to one + mystery, and he quickly spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Then you were familiar with aerostatics, sir? Your name is—” + </p> + <p> + “Edgecombe,—Cooper Edgecombe.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” with undisguised surprise in face as in voice. “Professor + Edgecombe, the celebrated balloonist who was lost so long ago?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay! lost here in this thrice accursed wilderness!” passionately cried the + exile; then, as though abashed by his own outburst, he turned away, + pausing again only when at the entrance to his dreary refuge of many + years. + </p> + <p> + “Give the poor fellow his own way until he has had time to rally, boys,” + muttered uncle Phaeton, in lowered tones, before following that lead. “I + can understand it better, now, and this is—still is the terra + incognita of which I have dreamed so long!” + </p> + <p> + That refuge proved to be a large, fairly dry cavern, the entrance to which + was admirably masked by vines and creepers, while the stony soil just + there retained no trace of footprints to tell dangerous tales. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Edgecombe vanished, but not for long. Then, showing a light, formed of + fat and twisted wick in a hollowed bit of hardwood, he begged his rescuers + to enter. + </p> + <p> + No second invitation was needed, for even the professor felt a powerful + curiosity to learn what method had been followed by this enforced exile; + how he had managed to live for so many weary years. + </p> + <p> + With only that smoky lamp to shed light around the place, critical + investigation was a matter of time and painstaking, although a general + idea of the cavern was readily formed. + </p> + <p> + High overhead arched the rocky roof, blackened by smoke, and looking more + gloomy than nature had intended. The side walls were likewise irregular, + now showing tiny niches and nooks, then jutting out to form awkward points + and elbows, which were but partially disguised by such articles of wear + and daily use as the exile had collected during the years gone by, or + since his occupancy first began. + </p> + <p> + So much the professor took in with his initial glances, but then he left + Waldo and his brother to look more closely, himself giving thought to the + being whom they had so happily saved from the whirlpool. + </p> + <p> + “Professor Edgecombe!” he again exclaimed, grasping those roughened hands + to press them cordially. “I ought to have recognised you at sight, no + doubt, since I have watched your ascents time and time again.” + </p> + <p> + The exile smiled faintly, shaking his head and giving another sigh. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, me! 'twas vastly different, then. I only marvel that you should give + me credit when I lay claim to that name, so long—it has long faded + from the public's memory, sir.” + </p> + <p> + But uncle Phaeton shook his head, decidedly. + </p> + <p> + “No, no, I assure you, my friend; far from it. Whenever the topic is + brought to the front; whenever aerostatics are discussed, your name and + fame are sure to play a prominent part. And yet,—you disappeared so + long ago, never being heard of after—” + </p> + <p> + “After sailing away upon the storm for which I had waited and prayed, for + so many weary, heart-sick months!” + </p> + <p> + “So the rumour ran, but we all believed that must be an exaggeration, and + not for a long time was all hope abandoned. Then, more hearts than one + felt sore and sad at thoughts of your untimely fate.” + </p> + <p> + “A fate infinitely worse than ordinary death such as was credited me,” + huskily muttered the exile. “Ten years,—and ever since I have been + here, helpless to extricate myself, doomed to a living death, which none + other can ever fully realise! Doomed to—to—” + </p> + <p> + His voice choked, and he turned away to hide his emotions. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit thoroughly appreciated the interruption which came + through Waldo's lips just at that moment. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I say,—uncle Phaeton!” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, lad? Don't meddle with what doesn't—” + </p> + <p> + “Looking can't hurt, can it? And to think people ever got along with such + things as these!” + </p> + <p> + Waldo was squared before sundry articles depending from the side wall, and + as the professor drew closer, he, too, displayed a degree of interest + which was really remarkable. + </p> + <p> + A gaily colored tunic of thickly quilted cotton was hanging beside an + oddly shaped war club, the heavier end of which was armed with blades of + stone which gleamed and sparkled even in that dim light. And attached to + this weapon was another, hardly less curious: a knife formed of copper, + with heft and blade all from one piece of metal. + </p> + <p> + “Here is the rest of the outfit,” said Edgecombe, holding forth a bow and + several feathered arrows with obsidian heads. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit gave a low, eager cry as he handled the various + articles, both face and manner betraying intense delight, which found + partial vent in words a little later. + </p> + <p> + “Wonderful! Marvellous! Superb! I envy you, sir; I can't help but envy + your possession of so magnificent—and so well-preserved, too! That + is the marvel of marvels!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, to be sure, I haven't used them very much. The bow and arrows I + could manage fairly well, after busy practice. They have saved me from + more than one hungry night. But as for the rest—” + </p> + <p> + “You might have worn the—Is it a ghost-dance shirt, though?” + hesitatingly asked Waldo, gingerly fingering the wadded tunic. + </p> + <p> + “Waldo, I'm ashamed of you, boy!” almost harshly reproved the professor. + “Ghost-dance shirt, indeed! And this one of the most complete—the + only perfectly preserved specimen of the ancient Aztec—pray, my good + friend, where did you discover them? Surely there can be no burial mounds + so far above the latitude where that unfortunate race lived and died?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Edgecombe shook his head, with a puzzled look, then made reply: + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I took these all from an Indian I was forced to kill in order to + save my own life. I never thought—You are ill, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Bless my soul!” ejaculated the professor, falling back a pace or two, + then sitting down with greater force than grace, all the while gazing upon + those weapons like one in a daze. “Found them—Indian—killed + him in order to—bless my soul!” + </p> + <p> + Then, with marvellous activity for one of his age, the professor recovered + his footing, mumbling something about tripping a heel, then resumed his + examination of the curiosities as though he had care for naught beside. + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe turned away, and the professor improved the opportunity + by muttering to the brothers: + </p> + <p> + “Careful, lads. Give the poor fellow his own way in all things, for he is—he + surely must be—eh?” + </p> + <p> + Forefinger covertly tapped forehead, for there was no time granted for + further explanations. Edgecombe turned again, speaking in hard, even + strained tones: + </p> + <p> + “Fifteen years ago this month, on the 27th, to be exact, a balloon with + two passengers was carried away on a terrific gale of wind which blew from + the southeast. This happened in Washington Territory. Can you tell me—has + anything ever been heard of either balloon or its inmates?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit shook his head in negation before saying: + </p> + <p> + “Not to my knowledge, though doubtless the prints of the day—” + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe shook both head and hand with strange impatience. + </p> + <p> + “No, no. I know they were never heard from up to ten years ago, but since + then—I am a fool to even dream of such a thing, and yet,—only + for that faint hope I would have gone mad long ago!” + </p> + <p> + Indeed, he looked little less than insane as it was. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. THE STORY OF A BROKEN LIFE. + </h2> + <p> + This was the idea that occurred to both uncle and nephews, but they had + seen and heard enough to excuse all that, and Professor Featherwit spoke + again, in mildly curious tones: + </p> + <p> + “Sorry I am unable to give you better tidings, my good friend, but, so far + as my knowledge extends, nothing has come to light of recent years. And—if + not a leading question—were those passengers friends of your own?” + </p> + <p> + “Only—merely my—my wife and little daughter,” came the totally + unexpected reply, followed by a forced laugh which sounded anything but + mirthful. + </p> + <p> + Uncle Phaeton, intensely chagrined, hastened to apologise for his luckless + break, but Cooper Edgecombe cut him short, asking that the matter be let + drop for the time being. + </p> + <p> + “I will talk; I feel that I must tell you all, or lose what few wits I + have left,” he declared, huskily. “But not right now. It is growing late. + You must be hungry. I have no very extensive larder, but with my little + will go the gratitude of a man who—” + </p> + <p> + His voice choked, and he left the sentence unfinished, hurrying away to + prepare such a meal as his limited means would permit. + </p> + <p> + While Edgecombe was kindling a fire in one corner of the cavern, opening a + pile of ashes to extract the few carefully cherished coals by means of + which the wood was to be fired, uncle and one nephew left the den to look + after the flying-machine and contents. + </p> + <p> + Bruno remained behind, in obedience to a hint from the professor, lest the + exile should dread desertion, after all. + </p> + <p> + “Take these in and open them, Waldo,” said the professor, selecting + several cans from the stock in the locker. “Poor fellow! 'Twill be like a + foretaste of civilisation, just to see and smell, much less taste, the + fruit.” + </p> + <p> + “Even if he has turned looney, eh, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “Careful, boy! I hardly think he is just that far gone; but, even if so, + what marvel? Think of all he must have suffered during so many long, + dreary years! and—his wife and child! I wonder—I do wonder if + he really killed—but that is incredible, simply and utterly + incredible! An Aztec—here—alive!” + </p> + <p> + “Dead, uncle Phaeton,” corrected Waldo. “Killed the redskin, he said, and + I really reckon he meant it. Why not, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “But—an Aztec, boy!” exclaimed the bewildered savant, unable to pass + that point. “The tunic of quilted cotton, the escaupil! The maquahuitl, + with its blades of grass! The bow and arrows which—all, all surely + of Aztecan manufacture, yet seemingly fresh and serviceable as though in + use but a month ago! And the race extinct for centuries!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, unless he's a howling liar from 'way up the crick, he extincted one + of 'em,” cheerfully commented Waldo, bearing his canned fruit to the + cavern. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit followed shortly after, finding the exile busy + preparing food, looking and acting far more naturally than he had since + his rescue from the whirlpool. And then, until the evening meal was + announced, uncle Phaeton hovered near those amazing curiosities, now + gazing like one in a waking dream, then gingerly fingering each article in + turn, as though hoping to find a solution for his enigma through the sense + of touch. + </p> + <p> + Taken all in all, that was far from a pleasant or enjoyable meal. A sense + of restraint rested upon each one of that little company, and not one + succeeded in fairly breaking it away, though each tried in turn. + </p> + <p> + Despite the struggle made by the exile to hold all emotions well under + subjection, Cooper Edgecombe failed to hide his almost childish delight at + sight and taste of those canned goods, and it did not require much urging + on the part of his rescuers to ensure his partaking freely. + </p> + <p> + But the cap-sheaf came when uncle Phaeton, true to his habit of long + years, after eating, produced pipe and pouch, the fragrant tobacco + catching the exile's nostrils and drawing a low, tremulous cry from his + lips. + </p> + <p> + No need to ask what was the matter, for that eager gaze, those quivering + fingers, were enough. And just as though this had been his express + purpose, the professor passed the pipe over, quietly speaking: + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you would like a little smoke after your supper, my good friend? + Oblige me by—” + </p> + <p> + “May I? Oh, sir, may I—really taste—oh, oh, oh!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno struck a match and steadied the pipe until the tobacco was fairly + ignited, then drew back and left the exile to himself for the time being. + And, as covert glances told them, never before had their eyes rested upon + mortal being so intensely happy as was the long-lost aeronaut then and + there. + </p> + <p> + At a sign from the professor, Bruno and Waldo silently arose and left the + cavern, bearing their guardian company to where the air-ship was resting. + And there they busied themselves with making preparations for the night, + which was just settling over that portion of the earth. + </p> + <p> + Presently Cooper Edgecombe appeared, the empty pipe in hand, held as one + might caress an inestimable treasure, a dreamy, almost blissful expression + upon his sun-browned face. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, sir, more than tongue can tell,” he said, quietly, as he + restored the pipe to its owner. “If you could only realise what I have + suffered through this deprivation! I, an inveterate smoker; yet suddenly + deprived of it, and so kept for ten long years! If I had had a pipe and + tobacco, I believe—but enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I can sympathise with you, at least in part, my friend. Will you have + another smoke, by the way?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, not now; I feel blessed for the moment, and more might be worse + than none, after so long deprivation. And—may I talk openly to you, + dear, kind friends? May I tell you—am I selfish in wishing to + trouble you thus? Ten years, remember, and not a soul to speak with!” + </p> + <p> + He laughed, but it was a sorry mirth; and not caring to trust his tongue + just then, uncle Phaeton nodded his head emphatically while filling his + pipe for himself. But Waldo never lacked for words, and spoke out: + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, sir; we can listen as long as you can chin-chin. Tell + us all about—well, what's the matter with that big Injun?” + </p> + <p> + “Quiet, Waldo. Say what best pleases you, my friend. You can be sure of + one thing,—sympathetic listeners, if nothing better.” + </p> + <p> + With a curious shiver, as though afflicted with a sudden chill, Edgecombe + turned partly away, figure drawn rigidly erect, hands tightly clasped + behind his back. A brief silence, then he spoke in tones of forced + composure. + </p> + <p> + “A balloon was the best, in my day, and I was proud of my profession, + although even then I was dreaming of better things—of something akin + to this marvellous creation of yours, sir,” casting a fleeting glance at + the air-ship, then at the face of its builder, afterward resuming his + former attitude. + </p> + <p> + “Let that pass, though. I wanted to tell you how I met with my awful loss; + how I came to be out here in this modern hell! + </p> + <p> + “I had a wife, a daughter, each of whom felt almost as powerful an + interest in aerostatics as I did myself. And one day—but, wait! + </p> + <p> + “I had an enemy, too; one who had, years before, sought to win my love for + his own; in vain, the cur! And that day—we were out here in + Washington Territory, living in comparative solitude that I might the + better study out the theory I was slowly shaping in my brain. + </p> + <p> + “The day was beautiful, but almost oppressively warm, and, as they so + frequently wished, I let my dear ones up in the balloon, securely + fastening it below. And then—God forgive me!—I went back to + town for something; I forget just what, now. + </p> + <p> + “A sudden storm came up. I hurried homeward; home to me was wherever my + dear ones chanced to be; but I was just too late! That devil of all devils + was ahead of me, and I saw him—merciful God! I saw him—cut the + ropes and let the balloon dart away upon that awful gale!” + </p> + <p> + His voice choked, and for a few minutes silence reigned. Knowing how vain + must be any attempt to offer consolation, the trio of air-voyagers said + nothing, and presently Cooper Edgecombe spoke. + </p> + <p> + “I killed the demon. I nearly tore him limb from limb; I would have done + just that, only for those who came hurrying after me from town, knowing + that I might need help in bringing my balloon to earth in safety. They + dragged me away, but 'twas too late to cheat my miserable vengeance. That + hound was dead, but—my darlings were gone, for ever!” + </p> + <p> + Another pause, then quieter, more coherent speech. + </p> + <p> + “God alone knows whither my wife and child were taken. The general drift + was in this direction, but how far they were carried, or how long they may + have lived, I can only guess; enough that, despite all my inquiries, made + far and wide in every direction, I never heard aught of either balloon or + passengers! + </p> + <p> + “After that, I had but one object in life: to follow along the track of + that storm, and either find my loved ones, or—or some clew which + should for ever solve my awful doubts! And for two long years or more I + fought to pierce these horrid fastnesses,—all in vain. No mortal man + could succeed, even when urged on by such a motive as mine. + </p> + <p> + “Then I determined upon another course. I worked and slaved until I could + procure another balloon, as nearly like the one I lost as might be + constructed. Then I watched and waited for just such another storm as the + one upon whose wings my darlings were borne away, meaning to take the same + course, and so find—” + </p> + <p> + “Why, man, dear, you must have been insane!” impulsively cried the + professor, unable longer to control his tongue. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I was; little wonder if so,” admitted Edgecombe, turning that + way, with a wan smile lighting up his visage. “I could no longer reason. I + could only act. I had but that one grim hope, to eventually discover what + time and exposure to the weather might have left of my lost loves. + </p> + <p> + “Then, after so long waiting, the storm came, blowing in the same + direction as that other. I cut my balloon loose, and let it drift. I + looked and waited, hoping, longing, yet—failing! I was wrecked, here + in this wilderness. My balloon was carried away. I failed to find—aught!” + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe turned towards the air-ship, with a sigh of regret. + </p> + <p> + “If one had something like this then, I might have found them,—even + alive! But now—too late—eternally too late!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. THE LOST CITY OF THE AZTECS. + </h2> + <p> + Uncle Phaeton was more than willing to do the honours of his pet + invention, and this afforded a most happy diversion, although the + deepening twilight hindered any very extensive examination. + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe showed himself in a vastly different light while thus + engaged, his shrewd questions, his apt comments, quite effectually + removing the far from agreeable doubts born of his earlier words and + demeanour. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if he's looney, it's only on some points, not as the whole porker, + anyway,” confidentially asserted Waldo, when an opportunity offered. “Coax + him to tell how he knocked the redskin out, uncle Phaeton.” + </p> + <p> + Little need of recalling that perplexing incident to the worthy savant, + for, try as he might, Featherwit could not keep from brooding over that + wondrous collection of relics pertaining to a long-since extinct people. + Of course, the last one had perished ages ago; and yet—and yet— + </p> + <p> + Through his half-bewildered brain flashed the accounts given by the coast + tribes, members of which he had so frequently interviewed concerning this + unknown land, one and all of whom had more or less to say in regard to a + strange people, terrible fighters, mighty hunters, one burning glance from + whose eyes carried death and decay unto all who were foolhardy enough even + to attempt to pass those mighty barriers, built up by a beneficent nature. + Only for that nearly impassable wall, the entire earth would be overrun + and dominated by these monsters in human guise. + </p> + <p> + Then, after the air-ship was cared for to the best of his ability, and the + night-guard set in place so that an alarm might give warning of any + illegal intrusion, the little party returned to the cavern home of the + exile where, after another refusal on his part, the professor filled and + lighted his beloved pipe. + </p> + <p> + Almost in spite of himself Featherwit was drawn towards those marvellous + articles depending from the wall, and, as he gazed in silent marvel, + Cooper Edgecombe drew nigh, with still other articles to complete the + collection. + </p> + <p> + “You may possibly find something of interest in these, too, dear sir, + although I have given them rather rough usage. This formed a rather + comfortable cap, and—” + </p> + <p> + “A helmet! And sandals! A sash which is—yes! worn about the waist, + mainly to support weapons, and termed a maxtlatl, which—and all + sufficiently well preserved to be readily recognised as genuine—unless—Surely + I am dreaming!” + </p> + <p> + If not precisely that, the worthy professor assuredly was almost beside + himself while examining these articles of warrior's wear, one by one, + knowing that neither eyes nor memory were at fault, yet still unable to + believe those very senses. + </p> + <p> + Up to this, Cooper Edgecombe had felt but a passing interest in the + matter, forming as it did but a single incident in a more than ordinarily + eventful life; but now he began to divine at least a portion of the truth, + and his face was lighted up with unusual animation, when Phaeton + Featherwit turned that way, to almost sharply demand: + </p> + <p> + “Where did you gain possession of these weapons and garments, sir? And + how,—from whom?” + </p> + <p> + “I took them from an Indian, nearly two years ago. He caught me off my + guard, and, when I saw that I could neither hide nor flee, I fought for my + life,” explained the exile; then giving a short, bitter laugh, to add: + “Strange, is it not? Although I had long since grown weary of existence + such as this, I fought for it; I turned wild beast, as it were! Then, + after all was over, I took these things, more because I feared his + comrades might suspect—” + </p> + <p> + “His comrades?” echoed the professor. “More than the one, then? You killed + him, but—there were others, still?” + </p> + <p> + “Many of them; far too many for any one man to withstand,” earnestly + declared the exile. “I made all haste in bearing the redskin here, + obliterating all signs as quickly as possible; yet for days and nights I + cowered here in utter darkness, each minute expecting an attack from too + powerful a force for standing against.” + </p> + <p> + Uncle Phaeton rubbed his hands briskly, shifting his weight hurriedly from + one foot to its mate, then back again, the very personification of eager + interest and growing conviction. + </p> + <p> + “More of them? A strong force? Armed,—and garbed as of old? The + clothing, the footwear, and, above all else, the weapons, purely Aztecan? + And here, only two short years ago?” + </p> + <p> + “Sadly long and hideously dreary years I have found them, sir,” the exile + said, in dejected tones. + </p> + <p> + The professor burst into a shrill, excited laugh, which sounded almost + hysterical, and, not a little to the amazement of his nephews, broke into + a regular dance, jigging it right merrily, hands on hips, head perked, and + chin in air, at the same time striving to carry the tune in his far from + melodious voice. + </p> + <p> + After all, perhaps no better method could have been taken to work off his + almost hysterical excitement, and presently he paused, panting and heated, + chuckling after an abashed fashion as he encountered the eyes of his + nephews. + </p> + <p> + “Not a word, my dear boys,” he hastened to plead. “I had to do something + or—or explode! I feel better, now. I can behave myself, I hope. I am + calm, cool, and composed as—the genuine Aztecs! And we are the ones + to discover that—oh, I forgot!” + </p> + <p> + For Waldo was fairly exploding with mirth, while Bruno smiled, and even + the exile appeared to be amused to a certain extent at his expense. + </p> + <p> + Little by little, the worthy savant calmed down, and then, almost forcing + the exile to indulge in another delicious smoke, he led up to the subject + in which his interest was fairly intense. + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe was willing enough to tell all that lay in his power, + although he was only beginning to realise how much that might mean to the + world at large, judging by the actions of the professor. + </p> + <p> + According to his account, the great lake, or drainage reservoir of the + Olympics, was a sort of semi-yearly rendezvous for a warlike tribe of red + men, where they congregated for the purpose of catching and drying vast + quantities of fish, doubtless to be used during the winter. + </p> + <p> + “As a general thing they pitch their camp on the other side, over towards + the northeast; but small parties are pretty sure to rove far and wide, + coming around this way quite as often as not.” + </p> + <p> + “And their garb,—the weapons they bore?” asked the professor. + </p> + <p> + Edgecombe motioned towards those articles in which such a lively interest + had been awakened, then said that, while few of the red men who had come + beneath his near observation had been so elaborately equipped, he had + taken notice of similar weapons and garments, with additions which he + strove hard to describe with accuracy. + </p> + <p> + Nearly every sentence which crossed his lips served to confirm the + marvellous truth which had so dazzlingly burst upon the professor's eager + brain, and with a glib tongue he named each weapon, each garment, as + accurately as ever set down in ancient history, not a little to the + wide-eyed amazement of Waldo Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “Worse than those blessed 'sour-us' and cousins,” he confided to his + brother, in a whisper. “Reckon it's all right, Bruno? Uncle isn't—eh?” + </p> + <p> + But uncle Phaeton paid them no attention, so deeply was he stirred by this + wondrous revelation. He felt that he was upon the verge of a discovery + which would startle the wide world as no recent announcement had been able + to do, unless—but it surely must be correct! + </p> + <p> + And then, when Cooper Edgecombe finished all he could tell concerning + those queerly armed and gaudily garbed red men, the professor let loose + his tongue, telling what glorious hopes and dazzling anticipations were + now within him. + </p> + <p> + “For hundreds upon hundreds of years there have been wild, weird legends + about the Lost City, but that merely meant a mass of wondrous ruins, long + since overwhelmed by shifting sands, somewhere in the heart of the great + American desert, so-called. + </p> + <p> + “By some it was claimed that this ancient city owed its primal existence + to a fragment of the Aztecs, driven from their native quarters in Old + Mexico. By others 'twas attributed unto one of the fabulous 'Lost Tribes + of Israel,' but even the most enthusiastic never for one moment dreamed of—this!” + </p> + <p> + “Except yourself, uncle Phaeton,” cut in Waldo, with a subdued grin. “This + must be one of the marvels you calculated on discovering, thanks to the + flying-machine, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my boy; I never let my imagination soar half so high as all that,” + quickly answered the professor. “But now—now I feel confident that + just such a discovery lies before us, and with the dawn of a new day we + will ascend and look for the glorious 'Lost City of the Aztecs!'” + </p> + <p> + Again the savant sprang to his feet, wildly gesticulating as he strode to + and fro, striving to thus work off some of the intense excitement which + had taken full possession. And words fell rapidly from his lips the while, + only a portion of which need be placed upon record in this connection, + however. + </p> + <p> + “A fico for the paltry lost cities of musty tradition, now! They may sleep + beneath the sand-storms of countless years, but this—I would gladly + give one of my eyes for the certainty that its mate might gaze upon such a + wondrous spectacle as—Oh, if it might only prove true! If I might + only discover such a stupendous treasure! Aztecs! And in the present day! + Alive—armed and garbed as of yore! Amazing! Incredible! Astounding + beyond the wildest dreams of a confirmed—” + </p> + <p> + With startling swiftness uncle Phaeton wheeled to confront the exile, + gripping his arm with fierce vigour, as he shrilly demanded: + </p> + <p> + “Opium—are you an eater of drugs, Cooper Edgecombe?” + </p> + <p> + Even as the words crossed his lips, the professor realised how + preposterous they must sound, but the exile shook his head, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “I never ate drugs in that shape, sir. Even if I had been addicted to + morphine and the like, how could I indulge the appetite here, in these + gloomy, lonely wilds?” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, sir; most humbly I implore your forgiveness. I have + but one excuse—this wondrous—Good night! I'm going to bed + before I add to my new reputation as—a blessed idiot, no less!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. A MARVELLOUS VISION. + </h2> + <p> + But the night was considerably older ere any one of that quartette lost + himself in slumber, for all had been too thoroughly wrought up by the + exciting events of the past day for sleep to claim an easy subject. + </p> + <p> + By common consent, however, that one particular subject was barred for the + present, and then, sitting in a cosy group about the glowing fire there in + the cavern, the recently formed friends talked and chatted, asking and + answering questions almost past counting. + </p> + <p> + Little wonder that such should be the case, so far as Cooper Edgecombe was + concerned, since he had been lost to the busy world and its many changes + for a long decade. + </p> + <p> + Then, too, his own dreary existence held a strange charm for the + air-voyagers, and the exile grew wonderfully cheerful and bright-eyed as + he in part depicted his struggles to sustain life against such heavy odds, + and still strove to keep alive that one hope,—that even yet he might + be able to discover a clew to his loved and lost ones. + </p> + <p> + “Not alive; I have long since abandoned that faint hope. But if I might + only find something to make sure, something that I could pray over, then + bury where my heart could hover above—” + </p> + <p> + “You are still alive, good friend, yet you have spent long years out here + in the wilderness,” gently suggested the professor. + </p> + <p> + Edgecombe flinched, as one might when a rude hand touches a still raw + wound. + </p> + <p> + “But they, my wife, my baby girl,—they could never have lived as I + have existed. They surely must have perished; if not at once, then when + the first cruel storms of hideous winter came howling down from the far + north!” + </p> + <p> + “Unless they were found and rescued by—who knows, my good sir?” + forcing a cheerful smile, which, unfortunately, was only surface-born, as + the exile lifted his head with a start and a gasping ejaculation. “Since + it seems fairly well proven that this supposedly unknown land is actually + inhabited, why may your loved ones not have been rescued?” + </p> + <p> + “The Indians? You mean by the Aztecs, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “If Aztecans they should really prove; why not?” + </p> + <p> + “But, surely I have heard—sacrifices?” huskily breathed the greatly + agitated man, while the professor, realising how he was making a bad + matter worse, brazenly falsified the records, declaring that no human + sacrifices had ever stained the record of that noble, honourable, gallant + race; and then changed the subject as quickly as might be. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, there was one good effect following that talk. Cooper + Edgecombe had dreaded nothing so much as the fear of being left behind by + these, the first white people he had seen for what seemed more than an + ordinary lifetime; but now, when the professor hinted at a longing to take + a spin through ether, for the purpose of winning a wider view, he eagerly + seconded that idea, even while realising that it would be difficult to + take him along with the rest. + </p> + <p> + Still, nothing was definitely settled that evening, and at a fairly + respectable hour before the turn of night, the air-voyagers were wrapped + in their blankets and soundly slumbering. + </p> + <p> + Not so the exile. Sleep was far from his brain, and while he really knew + that danger could hardly menace that wondrous bit of ingenious mechanism, + he watched it throughout that long night, ready to risk his own life in + its defence should the occasion arise. + </p> + <p> + Why not, since his whole future depended upon the aeromotor? By its aid he + hoped to reach civilization once more; and in spite of the great loss + which had wrecked his life, he was thrilled to the centre by that glorious + prospect. Here he was dead while breathing; there he would at least be in + touch with his fellow men once more! + </p> + <p> + An early meal was prepared by the exile, and in readiness when his trio of + guests awakened to the new day; and then, while busily discussing the + really appetising viands placed before them, the next move was fully + determined upon. + </p> + <p> + Not a little to his secret delight, the professor heard Edgecombe broach + the subject of further explorations, and seeing that his excitement had + passed away in goodly measure during the silent watches of the night, he + talked with greater freedom. + </p> + <p> + “Of course we'll keep in touch with you, here, friend, and take no + decisive move without your knowledge and consent. Our fate shall be yours, + and your fate shall be ours. Only—I would dearly love to catch a + glimpse of—If there should actually be a Lost City in existence!” + </p> + <p> + “If there is, as there surely must be one of some description, judging + from the number of red men I have seen collecting here at the lake,” + observed the exile, “you certainly ought to make the discovery with the + aid of your air-ship. You can ascend at will, of course, sir?” + </p> + <p> + Nothing loath, the professor spoke of his pet and its wondrous + capabilities, and then all hands left the cavern for the outer air, to + prepare for action. + </p> + <p> + As a further assurance, uncle Phaeton begged Edgecombe to enter the + aerostat, then skilfully caused the vessel to float upward into clear + space, sailing out over the lake even to the whirlpool itself before + turning, his passenger eagerly watching every move and touch of hand, + asking questions which proved him both shrewd and ingenious, from a + mechanical point of view. + </p> + <p> + Returning to their starting-point, Edgecombe sprang lightly to earth to + make way for the brothers, face ruddy and eyes aglow as he again begged + them all to keep watch for aught which might solve the mystery yet + surrounding the fate of his loved ones. + </p> + <p> + The promise was given, together with an earnest assurance that they would + soon return; then the parting was cut as short as might be, all feeling + that such a course was wisest and kindest, after all. + </p> + <p> + For an hour or more the air-ship sped on, high in air, its inmates viewing + the various and varying landmarks beneath and beyond them, all marvelling + at the fact that such an immense scope of country should for so long be + left in its native virginity, especially where all are so land-hungry. + </p> + <p> + Then, as nothing of especial interest was brought to their notice, uncle + Phaeton quite naturally reverted to that suit of Aztecan armour, and the + glorious possibilities which the words of the exile had opened up to them + as explorers. + </p> + <p> + Bruno listened with unfeigned interest, but not so his more mercurial + brother, who took advantage of an opening left by the professor, to + bluntly interject: + </p> + <p> + “What mighty good, even if you should find it all, uncle Phaeton? You + couldn't pick it up and tote it away, to start a dime museum with. And, as + for my part,—I'll tell you what! If we could only find something + like Aladdin's cave, now!” + </p> + <p> + “Growing miserly in your old age, are you, lad?” mocked his uncle. + </p> + <p> + “No; I don't mean just that. His trees were hung with riches, but mine + should be—crammed and crowded full of plum pudding, fruit cake, + angel food, mince pies, and the like! Yes, and there should be fountains + of lemonade! And mountains of ice-cream! And sandbars of caramels, and + chocolate drops, and trilbies, and—well, now, what's the matter with + you fellows, anyway?” + </p> + <p> + He spoke with boyish indignation at that laughing outbreak, but the kindly + professor quickly managed to smooth the matter over, although not before + Waldo had promised Bruno a sound thumping the first time they set foot + upon land. + </p> + <p> + Until past the noon hour that pleasant voyage lasted, without any + remarkable discovery being made, the trio munching a cold lunch at their + ease, rather than take the trouble to effect a landing. + </p> + <p> + But then, not very long after the sun had begun his downward course, there + came a change which caused Featherwit's blood to leap through his veins + far more rapidly than usual, for yonder, still a number of miles away, + there was gradually opening to view a hill-surrounded valley of + considerable dimension, certain portions of which betrayed signs of + cultivation, or at least of vegetation different from aught the explorers + had as yet come across since entering that land of wonders. + </p> + <p> + Almost unwittingly Professor Featherwit sent the air-ship higher, even as + it sped onward at quickened pace, his face as pale as his eyes were + glittering, intense anticipation holding him spellbound for the time + being. And then—the wondrous truth! + </p> + <p> + “Behold!” he cried, shrilly, pointing as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Houses yonder! Cultivated fields, and—see! human beings in motion, + who are—” + </p> + <p> + “Kicking up a great old bobbery, just as though they'd sighted us, and + wanted to know—I say, uncle Phaeton, how would it feel to get + punched full of holes by a parcel of bow-arrows?” + </p> + <p> + With a quick motion the air-ship was turned, darting lower and off at a + sharp angle to its former course, for the professor likewise saw what had + attracted the notice of his younger nephew. + </p> + <p> + Scattered here and there throughout that secluded valley were human + beings, nearly all of whom had sprung into sudden motion, doubtless amazed + or frightened by the appearance of that oddly shaped air-demon. + </p> + <p> + Brief though that view had been, it was sufficiently long to show the + professor houses of solid and substantial shape, cultivated plots, human + beings, and a little river whose clear waters sparkled and flashed in the + sunlight. + </p> + <p> + It was very hard to cut that view so short, but the professor had not lost + all prudence, and he knew that danger to both vessel and passengers might + follow a nearer intrusion upon the privacy of yonder armed people. Yet his + face was fairly glowing with glad exultation as he brought the aerostat to + a lower strata of air, shutting off all view from yonder valley, as it lay + amid its encircling hills. + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah!” he cried, snatching off his cap and waving it enthusiastically, + as the air-ship floated onward at ease. “At last! Found—we've + discovered it at last! And all is true,—all is true!” + </p> + <p> + “Found what, uncle Phaeton?” asked Waldo, a bit doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “The Lost City of the Aztecs, of course! Oh, glad day, glad day!” + </p> + <p> + “Unless—what if it should prove to be only a—a mirage, uncle + Phaeton?” almost timidly ventured Bruno, a moment later. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. ASTOUNDING, YET TRUE. + </h2> + <p> + The professor gave a great start at this almost reluctant suggestion, + shrinking back with a look which fell not far short of being horrified. + But then he rallied, forcing a laugh before speaking. + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Bruno. All conditions are lacking to form the mirage of the + desert. And, too; everything was so distinct and clearly outlined that one + could—” + </p> + <p> + “Fairly feel those blessed bow-arrows tickling a fellow in the short + ribs,” vigorously declared the younger Gillespie. “Not but that—I + say, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “What is it now, Waldo?” + </p> + <p> + “Reckon they're like any other people? Got boys and—and girls among + 'em, I wonder?” + </p> + <p> + “I daresay, yes, why not?” answered Featherwit, scarcely realising what + words were being shaped by his lips, while Bruno broke into a brief-lived + laugh, more at that half-sheepish expression than at the query itself. + </p> + <p> + “Both boys and girls galore, I expect, Kid; but you needn't borrow trouble + on either score. You can outrun the lads, while as for the fairer sex,—well, + they'll take precious good care to keep well beyond your reach,—especially + if you wear such another fascinating grin as—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you go to thunder, Bruno Gillespie!” + </p> + <p> + Through all this interchange the air-ship was maintaining a wide sweep, + drawing nearer the forest beneath, if only to keep hidden from the eyes of + the strange people in yonder deep valley. Yet the gaze of Phaeton + Featherwit as a rule kept turned towards that particular point, his eyes + on fire, his lips twitching, his whole demeanour that of one who feels a + discovery of tremendous importance lies just before him. + </p> + <p> + “Are we going to land, uncle Phaeton?” queried Bruno, taking note of that + preoccupation, which might easily prove dangerous under existing + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + That question served to recall the professor to more material points, and, + after a keen, sweeping look around, he nodded assent. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, as soon as I can discover or secure a fair chance. I wish to see + more—I must secure a fairer view of the—of yonder place.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it not be too dangerous, though? Not for us, especially, uncle, but + for the aerostat? Even if these be not the people you imagine—” + </p> + <p> + “They are past all doubt a remnant of the ancient Aztecs. Yonder lies the + true Lost City, and we are—oh, try to comprehend all that statement + means, my lads! Picture to yourselves what boundless fame and unlimited + credit awaits our report to the outer world! The benighted world! The + besotted world! The—the—” + </p> + <p> + “While we'll form the upsotted world, or a portion of it, without + something is done,—and that in a howling hurry, too!” fairly + spluttered Waldo, as the again neglected air-ship sped swiftly towards a + more elevated portion of that earth, part of the tall hill-crest which + acted as nature's barricade to yonder by nature depressed valley. + </p> + <p> + “Time enough, lad, time enough, since we are going to land,” coolly + assured the professor, deftly manipulating the steering-gear and still + curying around those tree-crowned hills. “If we are really hunted after, + 'twill naturally be in the quarter of our vanishment, while by alighting + around yonder, nearly at right angles with our initial approach, we will + have naught to fear from the—the Aztecan clans!” + </p> + <p> + Clearly the professor had settled in his own mind just what lay before + them, and nothing short of the Lost City of the Aztecs would come anywhere + near satisfying that exalted ideal. And, taking all points into full + consideration, was there anything so very absurd in his method of + reasoning, or of drawing a deduction? + </p> + <p> + Still, that exaltation did not prevent uncle Phaeton from taking all + essential precautions, and it was only when an especially secure + landing-place was sighted that he really attempted to touch the earth. + </p> + <p> + Fully one-half of that wide circuit had been made, and as nothing could be + detected to give birth to fears for either self or air-ship, the aeronauts + skilfully landed their vessel with only the slightest of jars. It was a + well-screened location, where naught could be seen of the flying-machine + until close at hand, yet so arranged as to make a hasty flight a very easy + matter should the occasion ever arise. + </p> + <p> + Not until the landing was effected and all made secure, did Professor + Featherwit speak again. Then it was with gravely earnest speech which + suitably affected his nephews. + </p> + <p> + “Above all things, my dear lads, bear ever in mind this one fact,—we + are not here to fight. We do not come as conquerors, weapons in hand, + hearts filled with lust of blood. To the contrary, we are on a peaceful + mission, hoping to learn, trusting to enlighten, with malice towards none, + but honest love for all those who may wear the human shape, be they of our + own colour or—or—otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “That's what's the matter with Hannah's cat!” cheerfully chipped in the + irrepressible Waldo. “I say, uncle Phaeton, is it just a lie-low here + until yonder fellows grow tired of looking for what they can't find, then + a flight on our part; or will we—” + </p> + <p> + “Have we voyaged so far and seen so much, to rest content with so very + little?” exclaimed the professor, hardly as precise of speech as under + ordinary conditions. “No, no, my lads! Yonder lies the greatest discovery + of the nineteenth century, and we are—Get a hustle on, boys! The day + is waning, and with so much to see, to study, to—Come, I say!” + </p> + <p> + In spite of his initial attempt to impress his nephews with a due sense of + the heavy responsibilities which rested upon them, Phaeton Featherwit was + far more excited than either one of the brothers. Doubtless he more nearly + appreciated the importance of this wondrous discovery, provided his now + firm belief was correct,—that yonder stood a solid, substantial + city, erected by the hands of a people whom common consent had agreed were + long since wiped out of existence. + </p> + <p> + The story told by Cooper Edgecombe, backed up by the articles taken from + the person of the warrior whom he had slain in self-defence, certainly had + its weight; while the brief and imperfect glimpse which he had won of + yonder valley helped to bear out that astounding belief. And yet, how + could it be true? + </p> + <p> + Really believing, yet forced by more sober reason to doubt, the poor + professor was literally “in a sweat” long ere another view could be won of + the depressed valley, although the landing of the air-ship was so well + chosen as to make that trip of the briefest duration consistent with + prudence. + </p> + <p> + The natural obstacles were considerable, however, and as they picked their + way along, the brothers for the first time began to gain a fairly accurate + idea of what was meant by the term, a virgin forest. + </p> + <p> + To all seeming, the human foot had never ventured here, nor were any marks + or spoor of wild beasts perceptible on either side. + </p> + <p> + Although the aerostat had landed not far below the crest of those hills, + the adventurers had to climb higher, before winning the coveted view, + partly because the most practicable route led down into and along a + winding gulch, where the footing was far less treacherous than upon the + higher ground, cumbered, as that was, with the leaf-mould of centuries. + </p> + <p> + Still, half an hour's steady labour brought the little squad to the + coveted point, and once again Professor Featherwit was almost literally + stricken speechless,—for there, far below their present location, + spread out in level expanse, lay the secret valley with all its marvels. + </p> + <p> + Far more extensive than it had appeared by that initial glimpse, the + valley itself seemed composed of fertile soil, yet, by aid of the river + which cut through, near its centre, irrigating ditches conveyed water to + every acre, thus ensuring bounteous crops of grain and of fruit as well. + </p> + <p> + Numerous buildings stood in irregular array, for the most part of no great + height, nor with many pretensions towards architectural beauty or grace of + outline; but in the centre of the valley upreared its head a massive + structure, pyramidal in shape, consisting of five comparatively narrow + terraces, connected one with another only at each of the four corners, + where stood a wide-stepped flight of stones. + </p> + <p> + “Behold!” huskily gasped the professor, intensely excited, yet still able + to control the field-glass through which he was eagerly scanning yonder + marvels. “The temple of the gods! And, yonder, the temple of sacrifice, + unless my memory is—and look! The people are—they wear just + such garb as—Oh, marvellous! Amazing! Astounding! Incredible—yet + true!” + </p> + <p> + Although their uncle could thus take in the various details to better + advantage, still the intervening distance was not so great as to entirely + debar the brothers from finding no little to interest them, as was readily + proven by their various exclamations. + </p> + <p> + “Just look at the people, will ye, now? Flopping around like they hadn't + any bigger business than to—Reckon they're looking for us to come + back, Bruno?” + </p> + <p> + “Or watching for the monster bird of prey, rather,” suggested the elder + Gillespie. “Of course they couldn't distinguish our faces, and our bodies + were fairly well hidden. And, even more, of course, they must be totally + ignorant of all such things as flying-machines and the like.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor, ignorant devils!” sympathetically sighed the youngster. “Well, + we'll have to do a little missionary work in this quarter, before taking + our departure, eh, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + With a start, Featherwit descended out of the clouds in which he had been + lost ever since winning a fair view of the secret city; and now, rallying + his wits and fairly aglow with eager interest in this marvellous + discovery, he began pointing out the various objects of special + importance, naming them with glib assurance, then reminding the boys how + wonderfully similar all was to what had existed in Old Mexico before the + conquest. + </p> + <p> + Bruno listened with greater interest than his brother could summon at + will. For one thing, he had long been a lover of the genial Prescott, and, + now that his memory was freshened in part, was able to closely follow the + course of that little lecture, noting each strong point made by the + professor in bolstering up his delightful theory. + </p> + <p> + That monologue, however, was abruptly broken in upon by Waldo, who gave an + eager exclamation, as he reached forth a pointing finger: + </p> + <p> + “Look! There's a white woman yonder,—two of 'em, in fact!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. CAN IT BE TRUE? + </h2> + <p> + That announcement came with all the force of a bolt from the blue, and + even the professor dropped his glasses with a gasp of amazement, while + Bruno would have leaped to his feet, only for the hasty grab which his + brother made at the tail of his coat. + </p> + <p> + “White—where? Surely it cannot be that—Edgecombe—” + </p> + <p> + “Augh, take a tumble, boy!” ejaculated Waldo, giving a jerk that rendered + compliance nearly literal, though scarcely full of grace. “Want to have + the whole gang make a howling break this way? Want to—They're white + all right, though!” + </p> + <p> + “Where? Which direction? Point them out, and—I fail to see anything + which would bear out your—” + </p> + <p> + The professor was sweeping yonder field with his glass, searching for the + primal cause of that latest excitement, but without success. No sign of a + white face, male or female, rewarded his efforts, and he turned an + inquiring gaze upon the youngster. + </p> + <p> + Waldo was peering from beneath the shade of his hand, but now drew back + with a long breath, to slowly shake his head. + </p> + <p> + “They've gone now, but I did see them, and they were white, just as white + as—as anything!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno frowned a bit at that unsatisfactory conclusion, but the professor + was of more equable temper, for a wonder. He smilingly shook his head, + while gazing kindly, then spoke: + </p> + <p> + “I myself might have made the same error, Waldo, but you surely were in + error, for once.” + </p> + <p> + “What! You mean I never saw those white women, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, I am not so seriously faulting your eyesight, my dear boy,” came + the swift assurance. “But even the best of us are open to errors, and + there were in olden times not a few Aztecs with fair skins; not exactly + white, yet comparatively fair when their race was considered. And, no + doubt, Waldo, you saw just such another a bit ago.” + </p> + <p> + But the youngster was not so easily shaken in his own opinion. + </p> + <p> + “There were a couple of 'em, not just such another, uncle. And they were + white,—pure white as ever the Lord made a woman! And—why, + didn't I see their hair, long and floating loose? And wasn't that yellow + as—as gold, or the sunshine itself?” + </p> + <p> + “Yellow hair?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeedy! Yellow hair, white skins,—faces, anyway. Blondes, the + couple of 'em; and to that I'll make my davy!” + </p> + <p> + And so the youngster maintained with even more than usual sturdiness, when + questioned more closely, pointing out the very spot upon which the strange + beings were standing, the top of a large, tall building, clearly one of + the series of temples. + </p> + <p> + In vain the field-glass was fixed upon that particular point. The partly + roofed azotea was wholly devoid of human life, and though watch was + maintained in that direction for many minutes thereafter, by one or other + of the air-voyagers, naught was seen to confirm the assertion made by the + younger Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + For the moment that fact or fancy dominated all other interests, for, + granting that Waldo had not been misled by a naturally fair Indian face, + there was room for a truly startling inference. + </p> + <p> + “Could it actually be they?” muttered Bruno, face pale and eyes glittering + with intense interest. “Could they have escaped with life from the + balloon, and been here ever since?” + </p> + <p> + “You mean—” + </p> + <p> + “The wife and child of Cooper Edgecombe,—yes! Who else could they + be, unless—I'd give a pretty penny for one fair squint at them, + right now! If there was only some method of—It would hardly do to + venture down yonder, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + The professor gave a stern gesture of denial, frowning as though he + anticipated an actual break for yonder town, in spite of the odds against + them. + </p> + <p> + “That would be madness, Bruno! Worse than madness, by far! Look at yonder + warriors, all thoroughly armed, and eager to drink blood as ever they were + in centuries gone by! They are hundreds, if not thousands, while we are + but three! Madness, my boy!” + </p> + <p> + “Four, with Mr. Edgecombe, uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “And that means a complete host so long as we are backed up by the + air-ship,” declared Waldo, in his turn. “Those fellows!” with a sniff of + true boyish scorn for aught that was not fully up to date. “What could + they do, if we were to open fire on them just once?” + </p> + <p> + “Prove our equals, man for man, armed as they assuredly are,” just as + vigorously affirmed the professor, inclined rather to magnify than + diminish the importance of these, his so recently discovered people. “You + forget how the Aztecans fought Cortez and his mailed hosts. Yet these are + one and identical, so far as valour and training and blood can go.” + </p> + <p> + “Huh! Scared of a runty horse so badly that they prayed to 'em as they did + to their own gods!” sniffed Waldo, betraying a lore for which he did not + ordinarily receive fair credit. “Why, uncle Phaeton, let you just slam one + o' those dynamite shells inside a chief—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Waldo, must I repeat, we are not here for the purpose of conquest, + unless by purely amicable methods. There must be no fighting, for or + against. Savages though most people would be inclined to pronounce yonder + race, they are human, with souls and—” + </p> + <p> + “But I always thought they were heathens, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + The professor subsided at that, giving over as worse than useless the + attempt to enlighten the irrepressible youngster, at least for the time + being. + </p> + <p> + Silence ruled for some little time, during which each one of the trio kept + keen watch over the valley, the field-glass changing hands at intervals in + order to put all upon an equal footing. + </p> + <p> + One thing was clear enough unto all: the Indians had been greatly wrought + up by the brief appearance of some queerly shaped monster of the air, and + while a goodly number of their best warriors had hastened out of the + valley and up the difficult passes, in hopes of learning more, still + others were astir, weapons in hand, evidently determined to defend their + lives or their property from any assault, should such be made, whether by + known or foreign adversaries. + </p> + <p> + This busy stir and bustle, combined with the novel architecture and so + many varying points of interest, would have been a mental and visual feast + for the trio of air-voyagers, only for that one doubt: were white captives + actually in yonder temple? And, if white, were they the long-lost + relatives of the aeronaut, Cooper Edgecombe? + </p> + <p> + Quite naturally the interest displayed by the Indians centred in the + quarter of the heavens where that air-demon had been sighted, hence our + friends saw very little cause for apprehension on their own parts. + </p> + <p> + Thus they were given a better opportunity for thinking of and then + discussing the new marvel. + </p> + <p> + Again did Waldo vow that his eyes had not befooled him. Again he + positively asserted that he had seen two white women, wearing blonde hair + in loose waves far adown their backs. And once again Bruno, in half-awed + tones, wondered whether or no they were the mother and child borne away + upon the wings of a mighty storm, fifteen long years gone by. + </p> + <p> + “It is possible, though scarcely credible,” admitted uncle Phaeton, in + grave tones, as he wrinkled his brows after his peculiar fashion when ill + at ease in his mind. “Edgecombe lived through just such another + experience; though, to be sure, he was a man of iron constitution, while + they were far more delicate, as a matter of course.” + </p> + <p> + “Still, it may have happened so?” persisted Bruno, taking a strong + interest in the matter. “You would not call it too far-fetched, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “No. It may have happened. I would rather call it marvellous, yet still + possible. And if so—” + </p> + <p> + “There is but a single answer to that supposition, uncle; they must be + rescued from captivity!” forcibly declared Bruno. + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” confirmed Waldo. “Of course all women and girls—I + mean other people's kin—are a tremendous sight of bother and worry, + and all that; but we're white, and so are they.” + </p> + <p> + “We must rescue them; there's nothing else to do,” again emphasised the + elder Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “That is no doubt the proper caper, speaking from your boyish point of + view, my generous-hearted nephews; but—just how?” dryly queried the + professor. “Have you arranged all that, as well, Bruno?” + </p> + <p> + “You surely would not abandon them, uncle Phaeton?” asked the young man, + something abashed by that veiled reproof. “To such a horrible fate, too?” + </p> + <p> + “A fate which they must have endured for fifteen years, provided your + theory is correct, Bruno,” with a fleeting smile. “Don't mistake me, lads. + I am ready and willing to do all that a man of my powers may, provided I + see just and sufficient cause for taking decisive action. That is yet + lacking. We are not certain that there are white women yonder. Or, if + white women, that they are captives. Or, if captives, that they would + thank us for aiding them to escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, uncle Phaeton! Think of Mr. Edgecombe, and how—” + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking of him, and I wish to think yet a little longer,” quietly + spoke the professor, “keep a lookout, lads, and if you see aught of + Waldo's fair women, pray notify me.” + </p> + <p> + For the better part of an hour comparative silence reigned, the boys + feasting eyes upon yonder spectacle, their uncle deeply in reverie; but + then he roused up, his final decision arrived at. + </p> + <p> + “I will do it!” were his first words. “Yes, I will do it!” + </p> + <p> + “Do what, uncle Phaeton?” asked Waldo, with poorly suppressed eagerness, + as he turned towards his relative. + </p> + <p> + “Go after Cooper Edgecombe,—bringing him here in order that he may, + sooner or later, solve this perplexing enigma. Come, boys, we may as well + start back towards the aerostat.” + </p> + <p> + But both youngsters objected in a decided manner, Waldo saying: + </p> + <p> + “No, no, uncle Phaeton! Why should we go along? You'll be coming right + back, and will be less crowded in the ship if we don't go.” + </p> + <p> + “And we can better wait right here; don't you see, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “To keep the Lost City safely found, don't you know? What if it should + take a sudden notion to lose itself again?” added Waldo, innocently. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. AN ENIGMA FOR THE BROTHERS. + </h2> + <p> + In place of the indulgent smile for which he was playing, Waldo received a + frown, and directly thereafter the professor spoke in tones which could by + no possibility be mistaken. + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, both of you. I am going back to the aerostat, and I dare + not leave you boys behind. Come!” + </p> + <p> + Kind of heart and generally complaisant though uncle Phaeton was, neither + Bruno nor Waldo cared to cross his will when made known in such tones, and + without further remonstrance they followed his lead, slipping away from + the snug little observatory without drawing attention to themselves from + any of yonder busy horde. + </p> + <p> + Not until the trio was fairly within the gulch did the professor speak + again, and then but a brief sentence or two. + </p> + <p> + “Give me time to weigh the matter, lads. Possibly I may agree, but don't + try to hurry my cooler judgment, please.” + </p> + <p> + Waldo gave his brother an eager nudge at this, gestures and grimaces being + made to supply the lack of words. But when, the better to express his + confidence that all was coming their way, the youngster attempted a caper + of delight, his foot slipped from a leaf-hidden stone, and he took an + awkward tumble at full length. + </p> + <p> + “Never touched me!” he cried, scrambling to his feet ere a hand could come + to his aid. “Who says I don't know how to stand on both ends at the same + time?” + </p> + <p> + Barring this little caper, naught took place on their way to the air-ship; + and once there, the professor heaved a mighty sigh, wiping his heated face + as one might who has just won a worthy race. But he betrayed no especial + haste in setting the flying-machine afloat and Waldo finally ventured: + </p> + <p> + “Can we help you off, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + But he was assured there existed no necessity for such great haste. + </p> + <p> + “In fact, it might be dangerous to start while so many of the Aztecs are + upon the lookout,” came the unexpected addition. “I believe it would be + vastly better not to leave here until shortly before dawn, to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + It took but a few words further to convince the brothers that this idea + was wisest, and while the young fellows felt sorry to have their view cut + so short, neither ventured to actually rebel. + </p> + <p> + After all, the day was well-nigh spent, and, besides preparing their + evening meal, it was essential that their plans for the immediate future + should be shaped as thoroughly as possible. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit had resolved to fetch Cooper Edgecombe to the scene + of interest, in order to give him at least a fair chance to solve the + enigma which was perplexing them all. Even so, he felt that no small + degree of physical danger would attend that presence, particularly if it + should really prove, as they could but suspect, that both wife and + daughter of the involuntary exile were yonder, among the Aztecans. + </p> + <p> + Much of this the professor made known to his nephews during that evening, + the trio thoroughly discussing the matter in all its bearings, but before + the air-ship was prepared for the night's rest, uncle Phaeton made the + youngsters happy by consenting to their remaining behind as guardians to + the Lost City, while he went in quest of the balloonist. + </p> + <p> + “But bear ever in mind the conditions, lads,” was his earnest conclusion. + “I place you upon your honour to take all possible precautions against + being discovered, or even running the least unnecessary risk during my + absence.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't let that bother you, uncle Phaeton,” Waldo hastened to give + assurance. “We'll be wise as pigeons, and cautious as any old snake you + ever caught up a tree; eh, Bruno, old man?” + </p> + <p> + “We promise all you ask, uncle, but does that mean we must stay right + here, without even stealing a weenty peep at the Lost City?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit felt sorely tempted to say yes, but then, knowing + boyish nature (although Bruno had just passed his majority, while Waldo + was “turned seventeen”) so well, he feared to draw the reins too tightly + lest they give way entirely. + </p> + <p> + “No; I do not expect quite that much, my lads; but I do count on your + taking no unnecessary risks, and in case of discovery that you rather + trust to flight, and my finding you later on, than to actually fighting.” + </p> + <p> + So it was decided, and at a fairly early hour the trio lay down to sleep. + Although so unusually excited by the marvellous discoveries of the day + just spent, their open-air life tended to calm their brains, and, far + sooner than might have been expected, sleep crept over them, one and all, + lasting until nearly dawn. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it was just as well that the wakening was not more early, for the + professor was beginning to regret his weakness of the past evening, and + had there been more time for drawing lugubrious pictures of probable + mishaps, he might even yet have insisted on taking the youngsters with + him. + </p> + <p> + Knowing that it was rather more than probable some of the Indians would be + stationed upon the hills to watch for the queerly shaped air-demon, the + professor felt obliged to lose no further time, and so the separation was + effected, just as the eastern sky was beginning to show streaks and veins + of a new day. + </p> + <p> + “Touch and go!” cried Waldo, with a vast inhalation as he watched the + aeromotor sail away with the swiftness of a bird on wing. “And for a + weenty bit I reckoned 'twas you and me as part of the go, too!” + </p> + <p> + In company the lads enjoyed a more leisurely meal than their relative had + dared wait for, knowing that, at the very least, they would have the whole + of that day to themselves, so far as uncle Phaeton was concerned. As a + matter of course, he would not attempt to return except under cover of + night, or in the early dawn of another day. + </p> + <p> + All that had been thoroughly discussed and provided for the evening + before, and was barely touched upon by the brothers now. Their first and + most natural thought was of yonder Lost City, with its inhabitants, red, + white, and yellow, as Waldo put it; but being still under the foreboding + fears of the professor, they finally agreed to remain where he left them + until after the sun crossed its meridian. + </p> + <p> + It was a rather early meal which the brothers prepared, if the whole truth + must be told; and the last fragments were bolted rather than chewed, feet + keeping time with jaws, as they hastened towards the observatory. + </p> + <p> + There was pretty much the same sort of view as on the day before, the main + difference being that many of the Indians were labouring in the fields, + instead of watching for the air-demon. + </p> + <p> + Using the glass by turns, the lads kept eager watch for the white women + whom Waldo stubbornly persisted were within the town; but hour after hour + passed without the desired reward, and Bruno began to doubt whether there + was any such vision to be won. + </p> + <p> + “The sun was in your eyes, and you let mad fancy run away with your better + judgment, boy,” he decided, at length. “If not, why—what now?” + </p> + <p> + For Waldo gave a low, eager exclamation, gripping the field-glass as + though he would crush in the reinforced leather case. A few moments thus, + then he laughed in almost fierce glee, thrusting the glass towards his + brother, speaking excitedly: + </p> + <p> + “A crazy fool lunatic, am I? Well, now, you just take a squint at the old + house for yourself and see if—biting you, now, is it?” + </p> + <p> + For Bruno showed even more intense interest as he caught the right line, + there taking note of—yes, they surely were white women! Faces, hair, + all went to proclaim that fact. And more than that, even. + </p> + <p> + “Fair—lovely as a painter's dream!” almost painfully breathed the + elder Gillespie. “I never saw such a lovely—” + </p> + <p> + “Injun squaw, of course. Couple of 'em. Nobody but a fool would ever think + different. The idea of finding white women—” + </p> + <p> + “They are ladies, Waldo! I never saw such—and I feel that they must + be the ones lost by poor Edgecombe when that storm—” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right enough, old fellow,” interrupted Waldo, claiming the + glass once more. “No need of your playing the porker on legs, though, as I + see. Give another fellow a chance to squint. But aren't they regular + jo-dandies, though, for a fact?” + </p> + <p> + The two women in question, clad in flowing robes of white, lit up here and + there by a dash of colour, were slowly pacing to and fro upon the temple + where first discovered by the keen-eyed youngster. Thanks to the excellent + glass, it was possible to view them clearly in spite of the distance, and + there could be no dispute upon that one point: both mother and daughter + (granting that such was their relationship) were more than ordinarily fair + and comely of both face and person. + </p> + <p> + For the better part of an hour that slow promenade lasted, and until the + women finally passed beyond their range of vision, the brothers took eager + and copious notes. Then, in spite of the fact that scores of other figures + still came within their field of vision, curiosity lagged. + </p> + <p> + “It's like watching a street medicine show, after hearing Patti or seeing + Irving,” muttered Bruno, drawing back and stretching his wearied limbs + beyond possible discovery. + </p> + <p> + “Or the A B C class playing two-old-cat, after a league game of extra + innings; right you are, my hearty!” coincided Waldo, feeling pretty much + the same way, “only with a difference.” + </p> + <p> + Shortly after this, Bruno suggested a retreat to the rendezvous, and for a + wonder his brother agreed without amendment. + </p> + <p> + The brothers passed down to the gulch, which formed the easiest route to + their refuge, saying very little, and that in lowered tones. The + confirmation so recently won served to stir their hearts deeply, and + neither boy could as yet see a way out of the labyrinth that discovery + most assuredly opened up before them. + </p> + <p> + “Of course we can't leave them there to drag on such a wretched + existence,” declared Bruno. “We couldn't do that, even though we learned + they held no relationship to Mr. Edgecombe. But—how?” + </p> + <p> + “I reckon it's—what?” abruptly spoke Waldo, gripping an arm and + stopping short for a few seconds, but then impulsively springing onward + again as wild sounds arose from no great distance. + </p> + <p> + A score of seconds later they caught sight of a huge grizzly bear in the + act of falling upon a slender stripling, whose bronze hue as surely + proclaimed one of the Aztec children from yonder Lost City. + </p> + <p> + What was to be done? Disobey their uncle, or leave this lad to perish? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. SOMETHING LIKE A WHITE ELEPHANT. + </h2> + <p> + Only a lad, slight-limbed and slenderly framed to the eye, yet for all + that gifted with a gallant heart, else he surely must have been cowed to + terror by the huge bulk of such a dire adversary at close quarters. + </p> + <p> + Instead of trying to find safety in headlong flight, the Indian stood at + bay, with both hands firmly gripping the shaft of his copper-bladed spear, + at far too close quarters for employing bow and arrows, while the copper + knife in his sash was held in reserve for still closer work. + </p> + <p> + Snarling, growling, displaying its great teeth while clumsily waving + enormous paws which bore talons of more than a finger-length, the bear was + balanced upon its hindquarters, evidently just ready to lurch forward with + striking paws and gnashing teeth. + </p> + <p> + Its enormous weight would prove more than sufficient to end the contest + ere it fairly began, while a slight stroke from those taloned paws would + both slay and mutilate. + </p> + <p> + No one was better aware of all this than the Indian lad himself, yet he + took the initiative, swiftly darting his spear forward, lending to its + keen point all the power of both arms and body. A suicidal act it + certainly appeared, yet one which could scarcely make his position more + perilous. + </p> + <p> + An awful roar burst from bruin as he felt that thrust, the blade sinking + deep and biting shrewdly; but then he plunged forward, striking savagely + as he dropped. + </p> + <p> + The Indian strove to leap backward an instant after delivering his stroke, + but still clung to the spear-shaft. This hampered his action to a certain + degree, yet in all probability that stout ashen shaft preserved his life, + which that wound would otherwise have forfeited. + </p> + <p> + The stroke but brushed a shoulder, nor did a claw take fair effect, yet + the stripling was felled to earth as though smitten by a thunderbolt. + </p> + <p> + All this before the brothers could solve the enigma thus offered them so + unexpectedly; but that fall, and the awful rage displayed by the wounded + grizzly as he briefly reared erect to grind asunder the spearshaft, + decided the white lads, and, temporarily forgetting how dangerously nigh + were yonder Aztecan hosts, both Bruno and Waldo opened fire with their + Winchester rifles, sending shot after shot in swift succession into the + bulky brute, fairly beating him backward under their storm of lead. + </p> + <p> + Victory came right speedily, but its finale was thrilling, if not fatal, + the huge beast toppling forward to drop heavily upon the young savage, + just as he was recovering sufficiently from shock and surprise to begin a + struggle for his footing. + </p> + <p> + Firing another couple of shots while rifle-muzzle almost touched an ear, + the brothers quickly turned attention towards the fallen Indian, more than + half believing him a corpse, crushed out of shape upon the underlying + rocks by that enormous carcass. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately for all concerned, the young Aztec was lying in a natural + depression between two firm rocks, and while his extrication proved to be + a matter of both time and difficulty, saying nothing of main strength, + success finally rewarded the efforts of our young Samaritans. + </p> + <p> + The grizzly was stone-dead. The Indian seemed but a trifle better, though + that came through compression rather than any actual wounds from tooth or + talon. And the brothers themselves were fairly dismayed. + </p> + <p> + Not until that rescue was finally accomplished did either lad give thought + to what might follow; but now they drew back a bit, interchanging looks of + puzzled doubt and worry. + </p> + <p> + “Right in it, up to our necks, old man! And we can't very well kill the + critter, can we?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not; but it may cause us sore trouble if—” + </p> + <p> + Just then the young Aztec rallied sufficiently to move, drawing a step + nearer the brothers, right hand coming out in greeting, while left palm + was pressed close above his heart. And—still greater marvel! + </p> + <p> + “Much obliged—me, you, brother!” + </p> + <p> + If yonder bleeding grizzly had risen erect and made just such a salutation + as this, it could scarcely have caused greater surprise to either Bruno or + Waldo, looking upon this being, as they quite naturally did, in the light + of a genuine “heathen,” hence incapable of speaking any known tongue, much + less the glorious Americanese. + </p> + <p> + True, there was a certain odd accent, a curious dwelling upon each + syllable, but the words themselves were distinctly pronounced and beyond + misapprehension. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I took you for a howling Injun!” fairly exploded Waldo, then + stepping forward to clasp the proffered member, giving it a regular + “pump-handle shake” by way of emphasis. “And here you are, slinging the + pure United States around just as though it didn't cost a cent, and you + held a mortgage on the whole dictionary! Why, I can't—well, well, + now!” + </p> + <p> + For once in a way the glib-tongued lad was at a loss just what to say and + how to say it. For, after all, this surely was a redskin, and the + professor had explicitly warned them against—oh, dear! + </p> + <p> + Was it all a dizzy dream? For the Aztec drew back, speaking rapidly in an + unknown tongue, then sinking to earth like one overpowered by sudden + physical weakness. + </p> + <p> + Bruno Gillespie, too, was recalling his uncle's earnest cautions, and now + took prompt action. He quickly secured the weapons which had been + scattered as the Indian fell before the grizzly's paw, then the brothers + drew a little apart to consult together. + </p> + <p> + “What'll we do about it?” whisperingly demanded Waldo, keeping a wary eye + upon yonder redskin. “You tell, for blamed if I know how!” + </p> + <p> + “We daren't let him go free, else he might fetch the whole tribe upon our + track,” said Bruno, in the same low tones, no whit less sorely perplexed + as to their wisest course. + </p> + <p> + “No, and yet we can't very well kill him, either! If we hadn't come along + just as we did, or if—but he's a man, after all! Who could stand by + and see that ugly brute make a meal off even an Injun?” + </p> + <p> + Bruno cast an uneasy look around, at the same time deftly refilling the + partly exhausted magazine of his Winchester. + </p> + <p> + “Load up, Waldo. Burning powder reaches mighty far, even here in the + hills; and who knows,—the whole tribe may come helter-skelter this + way, to see what has broken loose! And we can't fight 'em all!” + </p> + <p> + “Not unless we just have to,” agreed the younger Gillespie, placing a few + shells where they would be handiest in case of another emergency. “But + what's the use of running, if we're to leave this fellow behind to blaze + our trail? If he is our enemy—” + </p> + <p> + “No en'my; Ixtli friend,—heart-brother,” eagerly vowed the young + Aztec, once again startling the lads by his strange command of a foreign + tongue. + </p> + <p> + He rose to his feet, though plainly suffering in some slight degree from + that brief collision with the huge beast, and smiling frankly into first + one face, then the other, took Bruno's hand, touched it with his lips, + then bowed his head and placed the whiter palm upon his now uncovered + crown. + </p> + <p> + In like manner he saluted Waldo, after which he drew back a bit, still + smiling genially, to add, in slowly spoken words: + </p> + <p> + “You save Ixtli. Bear kill—no; you kill—yes! Ixtli glad. Sun + Children great—big heart full of love. So—Ixtli never do hurt, + never do wrong; die for white brother—so!” + </p> + <p> + More through gesticulation than by speech, the young Indian brave made his + sentiments clearly understood, and if they could have placed full + dependence in that pledge, the brothers would have felt vastly relieved in + mind. + </p> + <p> + But they only too clearly recalled numerous instances of cunning + ill-faith, and, in despite of all, they could not well avoid thinking that + this was really something like a white elephant thrown upon their hands. + </p> + <p> + “All right. Play we swallow it all, but keep your best eye peeled, old + man,” guardedly whispered Waldo. “Fetch him along, yes or no, for it may + be growing worse than dangerous right here, after so much shooting.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean for us to—” + </p> + <p> + “Take the fellow along, and keep him with us, until uncle Phaeton comes + back to finally decide upon his case,” promptly explained Waldo. “Of + course we ought to've let him die; ought, but didn't! We couldn't then, + wouldn't now, if it was all to do over. So watch him so closely that he + can't play tricks even if he wishes.” + </p> + <p> + There was nothing better to propose, and though the job promised to be an + awkward one to manage, Ixtli himself rendered it more easy. + </p> + <p> + Past all doubt he could understand, as well as speak, the English + language, for he took a step in evident submission, speaking gently: + </p> + <p> + “Ixtli ready; heart-brother say where go, now.” + </p> + <p> + Again the brothers felt startled by that quaintly correct accent, and + almost involuntarily Bruno spoke in turn: + </p> + <p> + “You can talk English? When did you learn? And from whom?” + </p> + <p> + A still brighter smile irradiated the Aztec's face, and turning his eyes + towards the secluded valley, he bowed his head as though in deep + reverence, then softly, lovingly, almost adoringly, responded: + </p> + <p> + “SHE tell me how. Victo,—Glady, too. Ixtli know little, not much; + his heart feel big for Sun Children, all time. So YOU, too, for kill bear,—like + dat!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno turned a bit paler than usual, catching his breath sharply, as he + repeated those names: + </p> + <p> + “Victo,—Glady,—Wasn't it by those names, Victoria, Gladys, + that Mr. Edgecombe called his lost ones, Waldo?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't remember; but get a move on, old man. The sooner we're back where + uncle Phaeton left us, where we can see a bit more of what may be coming, + the safer my precious scalp will feel. This Injun—” + </p> + <p> + “No scalp,” quickly interposed the Aztec, with a deprecatory gesture to + match his words. “You save Ixtli. Ixtli say no hurt white brothers. Dat + so,—dat sure for truth!” + </p> + <p> + Only partially satisfied by this earnest disclaimer of evil intentions, + Waldo gripped an arm and hurried the Aztec along, leaving the bear where + it had fallen, intent solely upon reaching a comparatively safe outlook + ere worse could follow upon the heels of their latest adventure. + </p> + <p> + And Bruno brought up the rear as guard, eyes and rifle ready. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN GOD. + </h2> + <p> + No difficulty whatever was experienced in reaching that retreat, and + milder prisoner never knew a guard than Ixtli proved himself to be, + silently yielding to each impulse lent his arm by Waldo, smiling when, as + sometimes happened, he was brought more nearly face to face with that + armed rear-guard. + </p> + <p> + Nor were the Gillespie brothers worried by sound, sign, or token of more + serious trouble from others of that strangely surviving race. And it was + not long after reaching the rendezvous from which the professor had sailed + in the early dawn, that the youngsters agreed the echoes of their + Winchesters could not have reached the ears of the Lost City inhabitants. + </p> + <p> + “That's plenty good luck for one soup-bunch,” quoth Waldo, yet adding a + dubious shake of the head as he gazed upon their bronzed companion. “And + if it wasn't for this gentleman in masquerade costume—” + </p> + <p> + “Ixtli friend. Ixtli feel like heart-brother,” came in low, mellow accents + from those smiling lips. + </p> + <p> + There certainly was naught of guile or of evil craft to be read in either + eyes or visage, just then; but the brothers could not feel entirely at + ease, even yet. How many times had warriors of his colour played a cunning + part, only to end all by blow of tomahawk, thrust of knife, or bolt from + the bended bow? + </p> + <p> + At a barely perceptible sign from Bruno, his brother drew apart, leaving + their “white elephant” by himself, yet none the less under a vigilant + guard. + </p> + <p> + “He seems all right, in his way,” muttered the elder Gillespie, “but how + far ought we to trust him, after what we promised uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “Not quite as far as we can see him, anyway. Still, a fellow can't find + the stomach to bowl him over like a hare,—without a weenty bit of + excuse, at least.” + </p> + <p> + “That's it! If he'd try to bolt, or would even jump on one of us, it would + come far more easy. Look at him smile, now! And I hate to think of + clapping such a bright-seeming lad in bonds!” + </p> + <p> + “Time enough for all that when he shows us cause,” quickly decided Waldo, + with a vigorous nod of his curly pow. “Pity if a couple of us can't keep + him out of mischief without going that far. And we want to pump the kid + dry before uncle Phaeton gets back; understand?” + </p> + <p> + Bruno gave a slight start at these words, but his eye-glow and face-flush + bore witness that the idea thus suggested had not been unthought of in his + own case. + </p> + <p> + “Then you really think—” + </p> + <p> + “That there's more ways than one of skinning a cat,” oracularly observed + Waldo. “Without showing it too mighty plainly, one or the other of us can + always be ready and prepared to dump the laddy-buck, in case he tries to + come any of his didoes. And, at the same time, we can be hugging up to him + just as sweetly as though we knew he was on the dead level. Understand?” + </p> + <p> + Possibly the programme might have been a little more elegantly expressed, + but Waldo, as a rule, cared more for substance than form, and his speech + possessed one merit, that of perspicuity. + </p> + <p> + Having reached this fair understanding, the brothers dropped their aside, + and moved nearer the young Aztec. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli gazed keenly into first one face, then the other, plainly enough + endeavouring to read the truth as might be expressed therein, as related + to himself. What he saw must have proved fairly satisfactory, since he + gave another bright smile, then spoke in really musical tones: + </p> + <p> + “Good,—brother, now! That more good, too!” + </p> + <p> + In spite of the suspicions, which seem inborn where people of the red race + are concerned, both Bruno and Waldo felt more and more drawn towards this + remarkable specimen of a still more remarkable tribe; and not many more + minutes had sped by ere the younger couple were chatting together in + amicable fashion, although finding some little difficulty in Ixtli's + rather limited vocabulary. + </p> + <p> + Not a little to his elder brother's impatience, Waldo apparently took a + deeper interest in the recent adventure than in the subject which claimed + his own busiest thoughts, but he hardly cared to crowd the youngster, lest + he make matters even worse. + </p> + <p> + Aided by the sort of freemasonry which naturally exists between lads of an + adventurous nature, Waldo readily succeeded in picking up considerable + information from the Aztec, even before broaching that all-important + matter. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli was the only son of a famed warrior and chieftain of the Aztecan + clans, by name Aztotl, or the Red Heron. He, in common with so many of his + people, had witnessed the approach and abrupt departure of the strange + bird in the air, and had hastened forth in quest of the monster. + </p> + <p> + He failed to see aught more of the strange creature, but, disliking to + return home without something to show for the trip, remained out over + night, then chanced to fairly stumble into the way of a mighty grizzly. + </p> + <p> + There were a few moments during which he might possibly have escaped + through headlong flight, but he was too proud for that, and but for the + timely arrival and prompt action on the part of his white brothers would + almost certainly have paid the penalty with his life. + </p> + <p> + Then followed more thanks and broken expressions of gratitude, all of + which Waldo magnanimously waved aside as wholly unnecessary. + </p> + <p> + “Don't work up a sweat for a little thing like that, old man. Of course we + saw you were an Injun and—ahem! I mean, how in time did you happen + to catch hold of our lingo so mighty pat, laddy-buck?” + </p> + <p> + “My brother means to ask who taught you to speak as we do, Ixtli?” amended + Bruno, catching at the wished-for opportunity now it offered. + </p> + <p> + “And who was that nice little gal with the yellow hair? Is she—what + did you call her? Gladys—And the rest of it Edgecombe?” + </p> + <p> + Waldo was eager enough now that the ice was fairly broken, but his very + volubility served to complicate matters rather than to hasten the desired + information. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli apparently thought in English pretty much as he spoke it,—slowly, + and with care. When hurried, his brain and tongue naturally fell back upon + his native language. + </p> + <p> + Sounds issued through his lips, but, despite all their animation, these + proved to be but empty sounds to the eager brothers. And, divining the + truth, Bruno checked his brother, himself acting as questioner, pretty + soon striking the right chord, after which Ixtli fared very well. + </p> + <p> + Still, thanks to his difficulty in finding the right words with which to + express his full meaning, it took both time and patience for even Bruno to + learn all he desired; and even if such a course would be desirable, lack + of space forbids giving a literal record of questions and answers, since + the general result of that cross-examination may be put so much more + compactly before the generous reader. + </p> + <p> + The first point made clear was that the young Aztec owed his imperfect + knowledge of the English language to certain Children of the Sun, whom he + named as if christened Victo and Glady. With this as starting-point, the + rest formed a mere question of time and perseverance. + </p> + <p> + Growing in animation as he proceeded, Ixtli told of the coming to their + city of those glorious children; riding upon the wings of an awful storm, + yet issuing unharmed, unawed, bright of face, as the mighty orb the sons + of Anahuac worshipped. + </p> + <p> + He told how an envious few held to the contrary: that these fair-skins had + come as evil emissaries from the still more evil Mictlanteuctli, mighty + Lord of Death-land, who had laden them with pestilence and brain-sorrow + and eye-darkness, with orders to devastate this, the last fair city of the + ancient race. + </p> + <p> + With low, sternly suppressed tones, the young warrior went on to tell of + what followed: of the wicked attempt made by those malcontents to punish + the bearers of death and misery; then, his voice rising and growing more + clear, he told how, from a clearing-sky, there came a single shaft flung + by the mighty hand of the great god, Quetzalcoatl, before which the + impious dog went down in everlasting death. + </p> + <p> + “Struck by lightning, eh?” interpreted Waldo, who seemed born without the + influence of poetry. “Served him mighty right, too!” + </p> + <p> + Bowing submissively, although it could be seen he scarcely comprehended + just what those blunt words were meant to convey, Ixtli spoke on, + seemingly with perfect willingness, so long as the adored “Sun Children” + formed the subject-matter. + </p> + <p> + From his laboured statement, Bruno gathered that the sudden death of one + who had dared to lift an armed hand against the woman so mysteriously + placed there in their very midst awed all opposition to the general belief + in the divine origin of mother and child; and ere long Victo was installed + as a sort of high priestess of the temple more especially devoted to the + Sun God. + </p> + <p> + That was long ago, and when Ixtli was but a child. As he grew older, and + his father, Red Heron, was appointed as chief of guards to the Sun + Children, Victo took more notice of the lad, and ended in teaching him + both the English tongue and its Christian creed, so far as lay in his + power to comprehend. + </p> + <p> + Then came less pleasing information concerning the Children of the Sun, + which went far to prove that the death of one evil-minded dog had not + entirely purged the Lost City, and it was with harsher tones and frowning + brows that Ixtli spoke of the head priest, or paba, Tlacopa the + evil-minded, who had built up a powerful and dangerous sentiment against + both Victo and Glady, even going so far as to declare before the holy + stone of sacrifice that the Mother of Gods demanded these falsely titled + Children of the Sun. + </p> + <p> + “The fair-faced God must come soon, or too late!” sighed the Aztec, bowing + his head in joined palms the better to conceal his evident grief. “He has + promised to come, but hurry! They die—they die!” + </p> + <p> + This was hardly an acceptable stopping-point, but questioning was of + little avail just then. Satisfied of so much, the brothers drew apart a + short distance, yet keeping where they could guard their more or less + dangerous charge, conversing in low tones over the information so far + gleaned from the Aztec's talk. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll hold a tight grip on him, anyway, until uncle Phaeton gets + back,” finally decided Waldo, speaking for his brother as well. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. THE PROFESSOR AND THE AZTEC. + </h2> + <p> + Fortunately for all concerned, there proved to be no serious difficulty + attached to that same holding. So far as outward semblance went, Ixtli was + very well content with both present quarters and present companionship. + </p> + <p> + He likewise enjoyed the supper that, aided by a small fire kindled in a + depression so low that the light could by no means attract any unfriendly + eye, Bruno prepared for them all. And just prior to taking his first + taste, the young warrior bowed his head to murmur a few sentences which, + past all doubt, had first come to his mind through the wonderful Victo: a + simple little blessing, which certainly did not add to the dislike or + uneasiness with which the brothers regarded their guest. + </p> + <p> + “He's white, even if he is red!” confidentially declared Waldo, at his + first opportunity. “More danger of our spoiling him than his doing us + dirt; and that's an honest fact for a quarter, old man!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno felt pretty much the same, yet his added years gave him greater + discretion, and, in spite of that growing liking, he kept a fairly keen + watch and ward over the Aztec. + </p> + <p> + After supper there came further questioning and answers, Waldo as a rule + playing inquisitor, eager to learn more anent the strange existence which + these people must live, so completely hemmed in from all the rest of the + world as they surely were in yonder valley. + </p> + <p> + Without at all betraying the exile, Gillespie spoke of the lake and its + mighty whirlpool, then learned that the Indians really made semi-annual + trips thither for the purpose of laying in a supply of dried fish for the + winter's consumption. + </p> + <p> + As the night waned, preparations were made for sleeping, although it was + agreed between the brothers that one or the other should stand guard in + regular order. + </p> + <p> + “Not that I really believe the fellow would play us dirt, even with every + chance laid open,” Waldo admitted. “Still, it's what uncle Phaeton would + advise, and we can't well do less than follow his will, Bruno.” + </p> + <p> + “Since we broke it so completely by tackling the grizzly,” with a brief + laugh. + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, too. Of course we'd ought to've skulked away like a + couple of egg-sucking curs, but we didn't, and I'm mightily glad of it, + too. For Ixtli—what a name that is to go to bed with every night, + though!—for Ixtli is just about as white as they make 'em, nowadays; + you hear me blow my bazoo?” + </p> + <p> + And so the long night wore its length along, the brothers taking turns at + keeping watch and ward, but the Aztec slumbering peacefully through all, + looking the least dangerous of all possible captives. And after this light + even the cautious Bruno began to regard him ere the first stroke of coming + dawn could be seen above the eastern hills. + </p> + <p> + Not being positive just where the air-ship would put in an appearance, + since Professor Featherwit had, perforce, left that question open, to be + decided by circumstances over which he might have no control, each guard + in turn devoted considerable attention to the upper regions, hoping to + glimpse the aerostat, and holding matches in readiness to raise a flare by + way of alighting signal. But it was not until the early dawn that Bruno + caught sight of the air-ship, just skimming the tree-tops, the better to + escape observation by any Indian lookout. + </p> + <p> + After that the rest came easily enough. A couple of blazing matches held + aloft proved sufficient cue to the professor, and soon thereafter the + flying-machine was safely brought to land, so gently that the slumbers of + the young Aztec were undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + Bruno gave a hasty word of warning and explanation combined, even before + he extended a welcoming hand towards Mr. Edgecombe, who certainly appeared + all the better for his encounter with people of his own race. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit took a keen, eager look at the slumbering redskin, + then drew silently back, to whisper in Bruno's ear: + </p> + <p> + “Guard well your tongue, lad. I have told him nothing, as yet, and we must + consult together before breaking the news. For now we have had no rest, so + I believe we would better lie down for an hour or two.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Edgecombe appeared to be perfectly willing to do this, and soon the + wearied men were wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully. + </p> + <p> + Long before their lids unclosed, Bruno had an appetising meal in + readiness, although the others had broken fast long before, and Ixtli, his + hands tightly clasped behind his back, as a child is wont to resist + temptation, was inspecting the air-ship in awed silence. + </p> + <p> + Taking advantage of this preoccupation, Bruno quickly yet clearly + explained to his uncle all that had happened, showing that by playing a + more prudent part the young warrior must inevitably have perished. + </p> + <p> + Then, making sure Cooper Edgecombe was not near enough to catch his words, + Bruno told in brief the information gleaned from Ixtli concerning the + Children of the Sun, whom he and Waldo more than suspected must be the + long-lost wife and daughter of the exiled aeronaut. + </p> + <p> + As might have been expected, Professor Featherwit was deeply stirred by + all this, fidgeting nervously while keeping alert ears, with difficulty + smothering the ejaculations which fought for exit through his lips. + </p> + <p> + After satisfying his craving for food, the professor led the young Aztec + apart from the rest of the party, speaking kindly and sympathetically + until he had won a fair share of liking for his own, then broaching the + subject of the Sun Children. + </p> + <p> + After this it was by no means a difficult matter to get at the seat of + trouble, and little by little Featherwit satisfied himself that Ixtli + would do all, dare all, for the sake of benefiting the woman and maiden + who had treated him so kindly. + </p> + <p> + At a covert sign from the professor, Bruno came to join in the talk, and + his sympathy made the young Aztec even more communicative. And Ixtli spoke + more at length concerning Tlacopa, the paba, and another enemy whom the + Children of the Sun had nearly equal cause to fear, one Huatzin, or Prince + Hua, chiefest among the mighty warriors of the Aztecan clans. + </p> + <p> + This evil prince had for years past sought Victo for his bride, while his + son, Iocetl, tried in vain to win the heart-smiles of the fair Glady, + Victo's daughter. And, through revenge for having their suit frowned upon, + these wicked knaves had joined hands with the priest in trying to drag the + Sun Children down from their lofty pedestal. + </p> + <p> + It did not take long questioning, or shrewd, to convince the professor + that in Ixtli they could count upon a true and daring supporter in case + they should conclude to interfere in behalf of his patroness and teacher, + adored Victo. + </p> + <p> + The professor led the way over to the air-ship, there producing the + clothing and arms once worn by another Aztec warrior, which he had + carefully stowed away in the locker, loath to lose sight of such valuable + relics; truly unique, as he assured himself at the moment. + </p> + <p> + Bruno gave a little exclamation at sight of the articles, then in eager + tones he made known the daring idea which then flashed across his busy + brain. + </p> + <p> + “We ought to make sure before taking action, uncle Phaeton. Then why not + let me don these clothes and steal down into the valley, under cover of + darkness, to see the ladies and—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, my lad,” quickly interrupted the professor, gripping an arm as + though fearful of an instant runaway. “That would be too risky; that would + be almost suicidal! And—no use talking,” with an obstinate shake of + his head, as Bruno attempted to edge in an expostulation. “I will never + give my consent; never!” + </p> + <p> + “Or hardly ever,” supplied Waldo, coming that way like one who feels the + proprieties have been more than sufficiently outraged. “Give some other + person a chance to wag his chin a bit, can't ye, gentlemen? Not that <i>I</i> + care to chatter merely for sake of hearing my own voice; but—eh?” + </p> + <p> + “We were considering whether or no 'twould be advisable to take a walk + over to the observatory,” coolly explained the professor. “Of course, if + you would rather remain here to watch the aerostat—” + </p> + <p> + “Let Bruno do that, uncle. He grew thoroughly disgusted with what he saw + over yonder, yesterday,” placidly observed the youngster. + </p> + <p> + “Waldo, you villain!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, didn't you vow and declare that you could recognise grace and + beauty and all other varieties of attractiveness only in—dark + brunettes, old man?” + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit hastily interposed, lest words be let fall through + which Mr. Edgecombe might catch a premature idea of the possible surprise + held in store; and shortly afterwards the start was made for the snug + covert from whence the Lost City had been viewed on prior occasions. + </p> + <p> + Naturally their route led them directly past the scene of the bear fight, + where the huge carcass lay as yet undisturbed, and calling forth sundry + words of wonder and even admiration, through its very ponderosity and now + harmless ferocity. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit deemed it his duty to gravely reprove his wards for + their rash conduct, yet something in his twinkling eyes and in the kindly + touch of his bony hand told a far different tale. His anger took the shape + of pride and of heart-love. + </p> + <p> + In due course of time the lookout was won, and without delay the savant + turned his field-glass upon the temple which appeared to appertain to the + so-called Sun Children; but, not a little to his chagrin, the azotea was + utterly devoid of human life. + </p> + <p> + But that disappointment was of brief existence, for, almost as though his + action was the signal for which they had been waiting, mother and daughter + came slowly into view, arm in arm, clad in robes of snowy white, with + their luxuriant locks flowing loose as upon former occasions. + </p> + <p> + Both lads—three of them, to be more exact—gave low + exclamations of eager interest as those shapes came in sight, while even + Cooper Edgecombe gazed with growing interest upon the scene, wholly + unsuspecting though he was as yet. + </p> + <p> + A slight nod from the professor warned the brothers to stand ready in case + of need, then he offered the exile the glass, begging him to inspect + yonder fair women upon the teocalli. + </p> + <p> + The glass was levelled and held firmly for a half minute, then the exile + gave a choking cry, gasping, ere he fell as one smitten by death: + </p> + <p> + “Merciful heavens! My wife—my child!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. DISCUSSING WAYS AND MEANS. + </h2> + <p> + In good measure prepared for some such result, in case their expectations + should prove true, friendly hands at once closed upon the exile, hurrying + him back, and still more completely under cover, as quickly as might be. + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe seemed as wax in their hands, not utterly deprived of + consciousness, but rather like one dazed by some totally unexpected blow. + He made not the slightest resistance, yielding to each impulse given, + shivering and weak as one just rallying from an almost mortal illness. + </p> + <p> + Yet there came an occasional flash to his eyes which warned the wary + professor of impending trouble, and as quickly as might be the stunned + aeronaut was removed from the point of observation, taken by short stages + back to the spot where rested the flying-machine. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli seemed something awed by this (to him) inexplicable conduct on the + part of the gaunt-limbed stranger, but gave his new-found friends neither + trouble nor cause for worry, bearing them company and even lending a hand + whenever he thought it might be needed. + </p> + <p> + The Gillespie brothers were far more deeply stirred, as was natural, but + even Waldo contrived to keep a fair guard over his at times unruly member, + speaking but little during that retreat. + </p> + <p> + With each minute that elapsed Cooper Edgecombe gained in bodily powers, + and while his mental strength was slower to respond, that proved to be a + blessing rather than otherwise. + </p> + <p> + The rendezvous was barely gained ere he gave a hoarse cry of reviving + memory, then strove to break away from that friendly care, calling wildly + for his wife, his daughter, fancying them in some dire peril from which + alone his arms could preserve them. + </p> + <p> + It was a painful scene as well as a trying one, that which followed + closely, and respite only came after bonds had been applied to the limbs + of the madman,—for such Cooper Edgecombe assuredly was, just then. + </p> + <p> + There were tears in the professor's eyes, as he strove hardest to soothe + the sufferer, assuring him that his loved ones should be restored to his + arms, yet repeatedly reminding him that any rash action taken then must + almost certainly work against their better interests. + </p> + <p> + The exile grew less violent, but that was more through physical exhaustion + than aught else, and what had, from the very first, appeared a difficult + enigma, now looked far worse. + </p> + <p> + Only when fairly well assured that the sufferer would not attract + unwelcome attention their way through too boisterous shouting, did the + professor draw far enough away for quiet consultation with his nephews. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Edgecombe was deposited within the air-ship, secured in such a manner + that it would be well-nigh impossible for him to do either himself or the + machine material injury, no matter how violent he might become; and hence, + in case of threatened trouble from the inmates of the Lost City, flight + would not be seriously hindered through caring for him. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit now gleaned from his nephews pretty much all they + could tell him concerning sights and events since his departure in quest + of the exile. That proved to be very little more than he had already + learned, and contained still less which seemed of especial benefit to that + particular enigma awaiting solution. + </p> + <p> + True, Waldo suggested that Ixtli be employed as a medium of communication + between the Sun Children and themselves; but, possibly because, as a rule, + this irrepressible youngster's ideas were generally the wildest and most + far-fetched imaginable, uncle Phaeton frowned upon the plan. + </p> + <p> + No; the young Aztec might prove true at heart, even as indications went, + but the risk of so trusting him would prove far too great. + </p> + <p> + “That's just because you haven't known and slept with him, like we have,” + declared Waldo. “He's red on the outside, but he's got just as white a + soul as the best of us,—bar none.” + </p> + <p> + Bruno likewise appeared to think well of the young brave, and suggested an + amendment to Waldo's motion,—that he accompany Ixtli into the sunken + valley, covered by the friendly shades of night, there to open + communication with the Sun Children. + </p> + <p> + “By so doing, we could make certain of their identity,” the young man + argued, earnestly. “That, it appears to me, is the first step to be taken. + For, in spite of the apparent recognition by Mr. Edgecombe, it is possible + that no actual relationship exists.” + </p> + <p> + “What of that?” bluntly cut in the younger Gillespie. “Don't you reckon + strangers'd like to take a little walk, just as well as any other people?” + </p> + <p> + “Patience, my lad,” interposed the professor. “While we seem in duty bound + to lend aid and assistance to women in actual distress, we can only serve + them with their own free will and accord. Granting that the women we saw + upon the teocalli were other than those believed by our afflicted friend—” + </p> + <p> + “But, uncle, look at their names! And don't Ixtli say—tell 'em all + over again, pardner, won't ye?” urged Waldo, taking a burning interest in + the matter, as was his custom when fairly involved. + </p> + <p> + The young Aztec complied as well as lay within his power, giving it as his + fixed opinion that sore trouble, if not actual peril, awaited the Children + of the Sun, unless assisted by powerful friends. He spoke of the mighty + chieftain, Prince Hua, and of the high priest, Tlacopa, who was, to all + seeming, playing directly into the hands of the 'Tzin. + </p> + <p> + “He say Mother of Gods call—loud! He say sacrifice, and dat—no, + no! Quetzal' send—Quetzal' save—MUST save Victo, Glady!” + </p> + <p> + Further questioning resulted in but little more information, though, as + Ixtli grew calmer, he emphasised such statements as he had already made, + elaborating them a trifle. And, by this, his questioners learned that, + humanly speaking, the fate of the Sun God's Children depended almost + entirely upon the whim or fancy of the chief paba of the teocalli. + </p> + <p> + Through Tlacopa issued the awesome oracles, and when his voice thundered + forth the dread fiat, who dared to openly rebel? + </p> + <p> + Further questioning brought forth one more important fact,—that + there was absolutely no hope of either Victo or Glady coming forth from + the valley, either by night or by day. While ostensibly free of will as + they were of limb, neither woman was permitted to leave yonder temple, + save under armed escort; and guards were on duty each hour of the day and + night. + </p> + <p> + “But we could get to see and speak with them, Ixtli?” asked Bruno, eager + to reach some fair understanding as to the future course of action. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, white brother, go with Ixtli,” came the hesitating reply; but then + the Aztec caught one of Gillespie's hands, holding it in close contrast to + his own brown paw, shaking his head doubtingly. + </p> + <p> + “No like. Keen eye, dem people. Watch close. Find 'nother white skin—bad!” + </p> + <p> + “You hear that, Bruno?” asked the professor, really relieved at such + positive evidence in conflict with the rash proposition made by the young + man. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I thought of going under cover of the night, uncle, and surely + it would not be such a difficult matter to darken my face and hands? With + dirt, if nothing better can be found. And if I wore the clothes you + brought from the cavern, uncle Phaeton?” + </p> + <p> + “That's the ticket!” broke in Waldo, eagerly. “Why, in a rig like that, I + could turn the trick my own self!” + </p> + <p> + The consultation was broken off at this juncture by a faint summons from + Cooper Edgecombe, and Professor Featherwit was only too glad of the + excuse, hurrying over to the flying-machine, finding to his great joy that + the exile was now far more like his old-time self. + </p> + <p> + Still, great caution was used in revealing all, and it was not until + considerably later in the day that Mr. Edgecombe felt capable of taking + part in the discussion of ways and means. + </p> + <p> + He declared that his recognition had been complete, in spite of the long + years which had elapsed since losing sight of his dear ones; and he + earnestly vowed to never give over until their rescue was effected, or he + had lost his life while making the attempt. + </p> + <p> + While the two air-voyagers were thus engaged in talk, Bruno silently stole + away with Ixtli, taking a bundle along, and leaving Waldo to throw their + uncle off the track in case his suspicions should be prematurely awakened. + Then, side by side, two Indian braves silently approached the aerostat, + causing Professor Featherwit to make a hasty dive for his dynamite gun to + repel a fancied onslaught. + </p> + <p> + “Sold again, and who comes next?” merrily exploded Waldo, dancing about in + high glee as the supposed redskin slowly turned around for inspection + before speaking, in familiar tones: + </p> + <p> + “Would there be such an enormous risk of discovery, uncle Phaeton, + provided I put lock and seal upon my lips, save for the ladies?” + </p> + <p> + That experiment proved to be a complete success, and after Cooper + Edgecombe added his pathetic pleadings to the young man's own arguments, + Professor Featherwit gradually gave way, though still with reluctance. + </p> + <p> + “I could never find forgiveness should harm come to your mother's son, + boy,” he huskily murmured, his arm stealing about Bruno's middle. “I'd far + rather venture myself, and—why not, pray?” as Waldo burst into an + involuntary laugh. + </p> + <p> + Then he turned upon Ixtli, a hand resting upon each shoulder while he + gazed keenly into those lustrous dark orbs for a full minute in perfect + silence. Then he spoke, slowly, gravely: + </p> + <p> + “Can we trust you, friend? Would you sell the boy to whose arm you owe + your own life, unto his enemies? Would you lead him blindly to his death, + Ixtli, son of Aztotl?” + </p> + <p> + A wondering gaze, then the Indian appeared to flush hotly. He shook off + those far from steady hands, drawing his knife and with free fingers + tearing open his dress above the heart. Thrusting the weapon into Bruno's + hand, he spoke in clear, distinct accents: + </p> + <p> + “Strike hard, white brother! Open heart; see if all black!” + </p> + <p> + Eye to eye the two youths stood for a brief space in silence, then the + weapon was let fall, and Bruno gripped the Indian's hand and shook it most + cordially. + </p> + <p> + “Strike you, Ixtli? I'd just as soon smite my brother by birth!” + </p> + <p> + “And that's mighty right, too!” cried Waldo, impetuously. + </p> + <p> + “I really begin to believe that you are all in the right, while I alone am + left in the wrong,” frankly admitted the professor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. A DARING UNDERTAKING. + </h2> + <p> + Still, that point was of too vital importance to justify hasty decision, + and the professor did not make his surrender complete until the shades of + another night were beginning to gather over the land. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, partly for the purpose of keeping the youngsters employed and + thus out of the way of less harmless things, the professor suggested that + the huge grizzly be flayed. If the proposed scheme should really be + undertaken, that mighty pelt, if uncomfortable to convey, would serve as a + fair excuse for the young brave's as yet unexplained absence from the Lost + City. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of course, Cooper Edgecombe felt intense anxiety through all, + but he contrived to keep fair mastery over his emotions, readily admitting + that he himself could do naught towards visiting the Lost City. + </p> + <p> + “I know that my loved ones are yonder. I would joyfully suffer ten + thousand deaths by torture for the chance to speak one word to—to + them. And yet I know any such attempt would prove fatal to us all. The + mere sight of—I would go crazy with joy!” + </p> + <p> + There is no necessity for repeating the various arguments used, pro and + con, before the final agreement was reached. Enough has already been put + upon record, and the result must suffice: Professor Featherwit yielded the + vital point, and, having once fairly expressed his fears and doubts, flung + his whole heart into perfecting the disguise which was now counted upon to + carry Bruno safely into and out of yonder city. + </p> + <p> + He was carefully trigged out in the warlike uniform secured by Cooper + Edgecombe at the cost of a human life, and, with fresh stain applied to + his face and hands, the slight moustache he wore was not dangerously + perceptible. + </p> + <p> + “'Twould take a strong light and mighty keen eyes to see it at all, and + even if a body should happen to notice it, he'd reckon 'twas a bit of + smut, or the like,” generously declared Waldo. + </p> + <p> + Under less trying circumstances, Bruno might have answered in kind, but + now he merely smiled at the jester, then turned again to receive the + earnest cautions let fall for his benefit by the professor. + </p> + <p> + Above all else, he was to steer clear of fighting, and, without he saw a + fair chance of winning speech with the white women, he was to keep in such + hiding as Ixtli might furnish, trusting the young Aztec to post the + Children of the Sun as to what was in the wind. + </p> + <p> + Tremulous, almost incapable of coherent speech, so intense was his + agitation, Cooper Edgecombe sent many messages to his loved ones, begging + for one word in return. And if nothing less would serve— + </p> + <p> + His voice choked, and only his feverishly burning eyes could say the rest. + </p> + <p> + It was well past sunset ere the youngsters set forth from the rendezvous, + accompanied a short distance by both Waldo and the professor; but the + parting came in good time. It would be worse than folly to add to the + existent perils that of possible discovery by some prowling Aztec who + might work serious injury to them one and all. + </p> + <p> + That great bear-hide proved a tax upon their strength, even though the + bullet-riddled head-piece had been carefully cut off and buried, lest + those queer holes tell a risky tale on close examination; but Ixtli, as + well as Bruno, was upborne by an exaltation such as neither had known + before this hour. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing worse than the natural obstacles in the way to be + overcome, and, knowing every square yard of ground so thoroughly, Ixtli + chose the most practicable route to that hill-encircled town. + </p> + <p> + The stony pass was followed to the lower level, and the young adventurers + had drawn fairly near the first buildings ere encountering a living being; + and then ample time was given them for meeting the danger. + </p> + <p> + A low-voiced call sounded upon the night air, and Ixtli responded in much + the same tone. Bruno, of course, was utterly in the dark as to what was + being said, but he still held perfect faith in his copper-hued guide, and + left all to the son of Aztotl. + </p> + <p> + The Aztec brave appeared to be explaining his unusually protracted + absence, for he proudly displayed the great grizzly pelt, then exhibited + the spear-head from which protruded the tooth-marked wood. + </p> + <p> + Like one who was already familiar with the details, Bruno slowly lounged + forward a pace or two, then in silence awaited the pleasure of his + companion on that night jaunt. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli was not many minutes in shaking off the Indian, and, almost + staggering beneath his shaggy burden, moved away as though in haste to + rejoin his family circle. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately for the venture, the Aztecans appeared to believe in the maxim + of going to bed early, for there were very few individuals astir at that + hour, young though the evening still was. And by the clear moonlight which + fell athwart the valley, it was no difficult task to catch sight before + being seen, where eyes so busy as those of the two young men were + concerned. + </p> + <p> + Only once were they forced to make a brief detour in order to escape + meeting another redskin, and then a guarded whisper from the lips of the + Aztec warned Bruno that they were almost at the teocalli wherein the + Children of the Sun made their home and abiding-place. + </p> + <p> + Leaving the grizzly pelt at a corner, for the time being, Ixtli led his + white friend up and into the Temple of the Sun, pressing a hand by way of + added caution. + </p> + <p> + Although he had declared that an armed guard was kept night and day over + the Sun Children, and that he hoped to pass Bruno as well as himself + without any serious difficulty, since he had long been a favoured visitor, + and ever welcomed by Victo and Glady, the temple was seemingly without + such protection upon the present occasion. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli expressed great surprise when this fact became evident, and he + showed uneasiness as to the welfare of his beloved patroness and kindly + teacher. + </p> + <p> + Surely something evil was impending! His father, Aztotl, was chieftain of + the guards, and wholly devoted to the Sun Children, ready at all times to + risk life in their behalf. Now, if the usual guards were lacking, surely + it portended evil,—treachery, no doubt, at the bottom of which the + paba and the 'Tzin almost certainly lurked. + </p> + <p> + All this Ixtli contrived to convey to Bruno, who fairly well shared that + anxiety, but who was more for going ahead with a bold rush, to learn the + worst as quickly as might be. + </p> + <p> + Still, unfamiliar with the construction of the temple as he was, Bruno + felt helpless without his guide, and so timed his progress by that of + Ixtli, right hand tightly gripping the handle of his “hand-wood,” or + maquahuitl, resolved to give a good account of either of those rascally + varlets in case trouble lay ahead. + </p> + <p> + The unwonted desolation which appeared to reign on all sides was plainly + troubling the Aztec brave, and he seemed to suspect a cunning ambuscade, + judging from his slow advance, pausing at nearly every step to bend ear in + keen listening. + </p> + <p> + Still, nothing was actually seen or heard until after the young men + reached the upper elevation, upon a portion of which the Sun Children had + been first sighted by the air-voyagers. + </p> + <p> + Here the first sound of human voices was heard, and Bruno stopped short in + obedience to the almost fierce grip which Ixtli closed upon his nearest + arm, listening for a brief space, then breathing, lowly: + </p> + <p> + “We see, first. Dat good! Him see first, dat bad! Eye, ear, two both. You + know, brother?” + </p> + <p> + “You mean that we are to listen and play spy, first, Ixtli?” asked Bruno, + scarcely catching the real meaning of those hurried words. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Dat best. Come; step like snow falls, brother.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it, first?” + </p> + <p> + “Victo, she one. Odder man, not know sure, but think Huatzin. He bad; all + bad! Kill him, some day. Dat good; plenty good all over!” + </p> + <p> + This grim vow appeared to do the Aztec good from a mental point of view, + and then he led his white friend silently towards the covered part of the + teocalli, from whence those sounds emanated. + </p> + <p> + Curtains of thick stuff served to shut in the light and to partly smother + the sound of voices, but Ixtli cautiously formed a couple of peepholes of + which they quickly made good use. + </p> + <p> + A portion of the sacred fire was burning upon its special altar, while a + large lamp, formed of baked clay, was suspended from the roof, shedding a + fair light around, as well as perfuming the enclosure quite agreeably. + </p> + <p> + Almost directly beneath this hanging-lamp stood the two Children of the + Sun, one tall, stately, almost queenly of stature, and now looking + unusually impressive, as she seemed to act as shield for her daughter, + slighter, more yielding, but ah, how lovely of face and comely of person! + </p> + <p> + Even then Bruno could not help realising those facts, although his ears + were tingling sharply with the harsh accents falling from a far different + pair of lips, those of a tall, muscular warrior whose form was gorgeously + arrayed in featherwork and cunning weaving, rich-hued dyes having been + called to aid the other arts as well. + </p> + <p> + If this was actually the Prince Hua, then he was a most brutal sample of + Aztecan aristocracy, and at first sight Gillespie felt a fierce hatred for + the harsh-toned chieftain. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of course, Bruno was unable to comprehend just what was being + said, thanks to his complete ignorance of the language employed; but he + felt morally certain that ugly threats were passing through those thin + lips, and even so soon his hands began to itch and his blood to glow, both + urging him to the rescue. + </p> + <p> + Swiftly fell the reply made by Victo, and her words must have stung the + prince to the quick, since he uttered a savage cry, drawing back an arm as + though to smite that proudly beautiful face with his hard-clenched fist. + </p> + <p> + That proved to be the cap-sheaf, for Bruno could stand no more. He dashed + aside the heavy curtain as he leaped forward, giving a stern cry as he + came, swinging the war club over his shoulder to strike with all vengeance + at the startled and recoiling Aztecan. + </p> + <p> + Only the young man's unfamiliarity with the weapon preserved Prince Hua + from certain death. As it was, he reeled, to fall in a nerveless heap upon + the floor, while, with a startled cry, another Aztec broke away in flight. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. A FLIGHT UNDERGROUND. + </h2> + <p> + That sudden appearance and flight of another man took Ixtli even more by + surprise than it did Bruno, for he never even suspected such a + possibility, knowing Prince Hua so well. Still, the young brave was swift + to rally, swift to pursue, sending a menace of certain death in case the + fleeing cur should not yield himself. + </p> + <p> + Just then Bruno had eyes and thoughts for the Sun Children alone, who + quite naturally shrunk back in mingled surprise and alarm at his + unceremonious entrance. He forgot his disguise, forgot everything save + that before him stood the fair beings whom he had vowed to save at all + hazards from what appeared to him worse by far than actual death. + </p> + <p> + Gillespie never knew just what words crossed his lips during those first + few seconds, but he saw that the women, in place of eagerly accepting his + aid, were visibly shrinking, apparently more alarmed than delighted with + the opportunity thus offered. + </p> + <p> + Doubtless this was caused mainly by that odd blending of Aztec and + paleface, the colour and garb of the one joined to the tongue of the + other; but the result might have been even worse, had not Ixtli hastened + back to clear up more matters than one. + </p> + <p> + In spite of his utmost efforts, the second Indian had escaped with life, + although he received a glancing wound from an arrow, as he plunged down + towards the lower level; and nothing seemed more certain than that an + alarm would right speedily spread throughout the town, if only for the + purpose of hurrying succour to the Lord Hua. + </p> + <p> + All this rolled in swift words over Ixtli's lips, his warning finding + completion before either of the women could fairly interrupt the young + brave. But then the one whom Ixtli termed Victo spoke rapidly in his + musical tongue, one strong white hand waving towards the now somewhat + embarrassed Gillespie. + </p> + <p> + “He friend; come save you, like save Ixtli,” the Aztec hurriedly made + reply, with generous tact speaking so that Bruno could comprehend as well + as the women. “He good; all good! Paba bad; 'Tzin more bad; be worse bad + if stay here, Victo—Glady.” + </p> + <p> + Thus given the proper cue, Bruno took fresh courage and, in as few words + as might be, explained his mission. He spoke the name of Cooper Edgecombe, + and for the first time that queenly woman showed signs of weakness, + staggering back with a faint, choking gasp, one hand clasped spasmodically + above her madly throbbing heart, the other rising to her temples as though + in fear of coming insanity. + </p> + <p> + “He is well; he is safe and longing for his loved ones,” Bruno swiftly + added, producing the brief note which the exiled aeronaut had pressed into + his hand at almost the last moment. “He wrote you that—here it is, + and—” + </p> + <p> + “Make hurry, quick!” sharply interposed Ixtli, as ominous sounds began to + arise without the Temple of the Sun God. “Dog git 'way, howl for more. + Come here—kill like gods be glad.” + </p> + <p> + With an evident effort Victo rallied, tones far from steady as she begged + both young men to save themselves without thought of them. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you; heaven alone knows how overjoyed I am to hear from my dear + husband,—my poor child's own father! And he is near, to—But + go, go! Guide and protect him, Ixtli, for—Go, I implore you, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “But how—we haven't arranged how you are to be rescued, and I must + understand—” + </p> + <p> + “Later, then; another time, through Ixtli,” interrupted Mrs. Edgecombe, + since there could no longer be a doubt as to her identity. “If found here + 'twill be our ruin as well as your own. Go, and at once I fear that Lord + Hua may—” + </p> + <p> + “He 'live yet,” pronounced Ixtli, rising from a hasty examination o f the + fallen chieftain. “Dat bad; much more worse bad! He dog; all over dog!” + </p> + <p> + “And I greatly fear he must have recognised you as one of a foreign race, + in spite of your disguise,” added the elder woman, trouble in her face + even as it showed in her voice. “He will be wild for revenge, and I fear—Go, + and directly, Ixtli!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno Gillespie was only too well assured that this latest fear had + foundation on truth. Swiftly though he had wielded the awkward (to him) + hand-wood, Huatzin had sufficient time to sight his assailant, and almost + certainly had divined at least a portion of the truth. + </p> + <p> + Doubtless it would have been the more prudent course to repeat that blow + with greater precision; but Bruno could not bring himself to do just that, + even though the ugly cries were growing in volume on the ground level; and + he felt that capture would be but the initial step to death, in all + likelihood upon the great stone of sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + Imminent though their peril surely was, Bruno could not betake himself to + flight without at least partially performing the duty for which he had + volunteered; and so he took time to hurriedly utter: + </p> + <p> + “Watch from the top of the tower for the air-ship, and be ready to leave + at any moment, I implore you—both!” + </p> + <p> + For even now his admiring gaze could with difficulty be torn away from + yonder younger, even more lovely, visage; although as yet the maiden had + spoken no word, even shrinking away from this strangely speaking Aztec as + though in affright. + </p> + <p> + “Come, brother, or too late,” urged Ixtli, almost sternly. “Save you, or + Glass-eyes call Ixtli dog-liar. Come; must run, no fight; too big many for + that.” + </p> + <p> + And so it seemed, when the young men rushed away from the lighted interior + and gained the uncovered space beyond. Loud cries came soaring through the + night from different directions, and dim, phantom-like shapes could be + glimpsed in hurrying confusion. + </p> + <p> + Apparently the majority only knew that trouble of some description was + brewing, and that the centre of interest was either in or near the Temple + of the Sun God; yet that was more than sufficient to place the white + intruder in great peril, despite the elaborate disguise he wore. + </p> + <p> + Then with awful abruptness there came a sound which could only be likened + to rolling thunder by one uninitiated, but which caused Ixtli to shrink + and almost cower, ere gasping: + </p> + <p> + “The great war-drum! Now MUST go! Sacrifice if caught; come, white + brother! See, dat more bad now!” + </p> + <p> + Those mighty throbs rolled and reverberated from the hills, filling the + night air with waves of thunder, none the less awe-inspiring now that + their true import was realised. + </p> + <p> + The entire population was aroused, and each building seemed to cast forth + an armed host, while, as through some magic touch, a circle of fires + sprung up on all sides, beginning to illumine both valley and barrier. + </p> + <p> + Bruno stood like one appalled, really fascinated by this transformation + scene for which he had been so poorly prepared; but Ixtli better + comprehended their situation, and gripping an arm he muttered, hastily: + </p> + <p> + “Come, brother; stop more, make too late. Must hide, now. Dat stop go back + way came. Come!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno roused himself with an effort, then yielded to the Aztec's guidance, + crouching low as the brief bit of clear moonlight had to be traversed. + </p> + <p> + Instead of making for the steps which, as customary, reached from terrace + to terrace at each corner, Ixtli crept to the centre, where the + temple-side was cast into deepest shadow, then lowered himself by his + arms, to drop silently to the broad path below. + </p> + <p> + A whispered word urged Bruno to imitate this action, and those friendly + hands caught and steadied Gillespie as he took the drop. And so, one after + another, the mighty steps were passed, both young men reaching the ground + at the same instant, having succeeded in leaving the Temple of the Sun God + without being glimpsed by an Indian of all those whom the sonorous + drum-throbs had brought forth In arms. + </p> + <p> + “Whither now?” asked Bruno, in guarded tones, as he looked forth from + shadow into moonlight, seeing scores upon scores of armed shapes flitting + to and fro, all looking for the enemy, yet none able to precisely locate + the trouble. + </p> + <p> + Just then a savage yell broke from the top of the temple, followed by a + few fierce-sounding sentences, which Ixtli declared came from the Lord + Hua, then adding: + </p> + <p> + “He say kill if catch, but dat—no! Come, white brother. Ixtli show + how play fool dat dog; yes!” + </p> + <p> + “All right, my hearty. Is it a break for the hills? I reckon I can break + through. If not—well, I'll leave some marks behind me, anyway!” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, dat bad! Can't go to hills; must hide,” positively declared the + young Aztec. “Come, now. Me show good place; all dead but we.” + </p> + <p> + Evidently trusting to pass undetected where so many others were rushing + back and forth in seeming confusion, Ixtli broke away from the shadow of + the temple, closely followed by Gillespie, heading as directly as might be + for the strange refuge which he now had in mind. + </p> + <p> + That proved to be a low, unpretending structure which was of no great + extent, so far as Bruno's hasty look could ascertain. Still, that was not + the time for doubting the wisdom of his guide, nor a moment in which to + discuss either methods or means; and as Ixtli passed through a massive + entrance, the paleface followed, giving a little shiver as the barrier + swung to behind them. + </p> + <p> + “What sort of a place is it, anyway, Ixtli?” he demanded, but the Aztec + was too hurried for words, just then, save enough to warn his companion in + peril that they must descend deeper into the earth. + </p> + <p> + It was more of a scramble than a deliberate descent, for the gloom was + complete, and Bruno had no time in which to feel for steps or stairs. Only + for the aiding touch of his guide, he must have taken more than one + awkward tumble ere that lower level was attained. + </p> + <p> + Then a breathing-spell was granted him, and, while Ixtli bent ear in + listening to discover if pursuit was being made, Bruno drew a match from + the liberal supply he had taken the precaution to fetch along, and, + striking it, held aloft the tiny torch to view their present surroundings. + </p> + <p> + Only to give an involuntary start and cry as he caught indistinct glimpses + of fleshless bones and grinning skulls, those grim relics of mortality + showing upon every side as his wild eyes roved around. + </p> + <p> + Then a hand struck down the match, and a swift voice breathed: + </p> + <p> + “Dey come dis way. See us hide—come hunt, now, to kill!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. THE SUN CHILDREN'S PERIL. + </h2> + <p> + Not until the two young men passed beneath those heavy curtains did either + one of the Sun Children really give thought to their own possible peril, + but stood close together, arm of mother about daughter as they listened to + the ominous sounds without, so rapidly growing in force and number. + </p> + <p> + Then, just as the deep tones of the war-drum boomed forth upon the night + air, the fallen Aztec betrayed signs of rallying wits, giving a low sound + which might have been groan of pain or curse of baffled rage. Be that as + it may, the sound served one purpose: Victoria Edgecombe (to append her + correct name for the first time) drew her child farther away, her right + hand reaching forth to pluck a light yet effective spear from where it lay + against the wall. + </p> + <p> + “Mother, mother!” faintly panted the maiden, plainly at a loss to + comprehend all that had so recently transpired. “What is it? What does it + all mean? Surely that was Ixtli; and—the other?” + </p> + <p> + “A messenger from your father, child, and—” + </p> + <p> + “My father? I thought—he is not—not dead?” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks be to heaven, not dead!” with hysterical joy in face as in voice. + “Alive, and seeking us, Gladys! Coming to rescue us from this death in + life, and now—to your knees, my daughter; to thy knees, and lift + thanks unto the good Father who has at last listened to my moans!” + </p> + <p> + Again the war-drum boomed forth in an awesome roll, but all unheeding that + ominous sound, paying no attention to the stirring of yonder savage, whose + lacerated scalp was painting his face a deeper red than even nature + intended, mother and daughter sank to their knees, lifting hands and + hearts towards the All-Powerful, even as their gratitude floated towards + the Throne of Grace. + </p> + <p> + Then arose the hoarse tones of Huatzin, bidding his allies find and slay + without mercy; cursing the treacherous Aztec who had thus guided one of a + strange tribe into the very heart of their beloved city. + </p> + <p> + With a short, fierce ejaculation, Victo sprang to her feet, right hand + once again grasping shaft of javelin, its copper point gleaming ruddily in + the rays of lamp as though already moistened by the heart-blood of yonder + villain. + </p> + <p> + Far differently acted the maiden, her figure trembling with fear and + wonder commingled, her lips slightly blanched as she clung closer to her + mother. Yet through all ran a touch of girlish curiosity which helped + shape the words now crossing her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Who was it, mother? Who could the stranger be? And whither has he gone?” + </p> + <p> + “With Ixtli, my child, and may the good God of our own people grant them + both life and liberty! If I thought—your father, Gladys! Alive and + looking for his beloved ones! See! from his own dear hand, and he says—Hold! + who comes there?” + </p> + <p> + But the alarm appeared to be without actual foundation, for the sounds + came no closer, remaining beyond the drapery past which Lord Hua had + staggered only a few brief seconds before. + </p> + <p> + Gladys rallied more speedily than one might have expected, and she spoke + with even greater interest than at first. + </p> + <p> + “My dear father, and alive? Oh, mother, why is he not here to—why + should he send another? And that one—he spoke our dear language, + mother; surely he is not—not as Ixtli?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he was of our own people, child, and I can hardly conceive how he + came hither, save that Ixtli must have acted as guide.” + </p> + <p> + “And those awful warriors!” shivering as the war-cries followed the + muffled roar of the great drum. “If found, he will be slain! Do you think + there is any hope for him, mother? And he seemed so—so—” + </p> + <p> + “He is gone with Ixtli, and Ixtli is true to the very core,” Victo + hastened to give assurance. “I would rather trust him than many another of + thrice his years and warlike experience. Ixtli is true; ay, as true and + tried as his father, Aztotl!” + </p> + <p> + “Who loves you, mother, and would win—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, child!” just a bit sharply interposed the elder woman, yet at the + same time tightening that loving clasp. “Merely as the daughter of his Sun + God, Quetzalcoatl, and—ha!” + </p> + <p> + Once again there came the echoes of rapid foot-falls beyond the heavy + draperies, and again this Amazonian mother drew her superb form in front + of her shrinking child, poising the javelin in readiness for stroke or + casting, as might serve best. + </p> + <p> + A strong arm brushed the curtains aside sufficiently to admit its owner's + passage, but the armed warrior stopped short at sighting the Sun Children, + his proud head lowering, hands crossing over his broad bosom in token of + adoration,—for it surely was more than mere submission to one held + his superior. + </p> + <p> + With a low cry, Victo drew back a bit, weapon lowering as she recognised + friend in place of enemy. + </p> + <p> + “It is you, Aztotl?” she spoke, in mellow tones. “I thought—did you + remove the usual guards, this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “The blame falls to my share, Sun Child,” the Red Heron made answer, with + a meekness strange in one of his build and general appearance, that of a + king among ordinary warriors. + </p> + <p> + “Not justly, nor through fault of your own, my good and true friend,” the + elder woman made haste to give assurance. “Not even thy lips shall speak + slander of Aztotl the True-heart, my brother.” + </p> + <p> + With a swift advance the Red Heron caught the unarmed hand, to bend over + it until his lips barely brushed the soft, perfumed skin. Then he sank to + one knee, bowing his head until his brow touched the floor beneath her + sandalled feet. + </p> + <p> + Swiftly, gracefully, these movements were made, and where they would have + appeared fulsome or degraded in some, with this warrior the effect was far + from disagreeable to see or to experience. + </p> + <p> + Victo flushed warmly and drew back a little farther, for the memory of + those words let fall by Gladys came back with unpleasant distinctness. And + was she so certain that Aztotl looked upon her as merely a god-descended + priestess? + </p> + <p> + The Red Heron arose easily, head rising proudly above his shapely + shoulders as he met those great blue eyes,—eyes as pure and as + fathomless as the cloudless sky in midsummer. + </p> + <p> + And then, more like one giving a bare statement of facts than one offering + a defence for himself, Aztotl spoke of a faithless subordinate, who was + guilty of either careless neglect, or worse. + </p> + <p> + “It may be that Tezcatl lost his wits through strong waters, Sun Child, or + even that he took evil pay from still more vile hands. You have seen the + last of him, though, Child of Quetzal'l.” + </p> + <p> + “You surely do not mean that—” + </p> + <p> + Aztotl lightly tapped the knife-hilt showing above his maxtlatl, coldly + adding words to that significant gesture: + </p> + <p> + “There is no place for fool or traitor upon the body-guard of the Sun + Children. Tezcatl sinned; he has paid full forfeit. And just so shall all + others perish who dare cast an evil glance towards—ha!” + </p> + <p> + Another outcry arose from the other side of the curtained recess, and the + Red Heron instantly sprang away in that direction, hands gripping weapons + in readiness for instant use in case of need. + </p> + <p> + Almost as swiftly, Victo and the maiden followed, one through fear, the + other through utter lack of fear, for herself. + </p> + <p> + Those savage cries came from the lips of none other than the chieftain + whose now bare head bore significant traces of Bruno Gillespie's + handiwork, and he seemed bent on rushing directly into the presence of the + Sun Children, until Red Heron interposed, stern and icy-toned: + </p> + <p> + “Stand back, my Lord Hua!” he ordered, left hand advanced with open palm, + but its dexter mate armed and ready for hot work if that must come. + “Venture no closer, on thy peril, chief!” + </p> + <p> + Huatzin recoiled a bit, though that might have been more through surprise + than because he feared this proud warrior. He gripped his knife-hilt, and + partly drew the blade from its supporting sash. A hissing oath escaped his + lips, and he crouched a trifle, as a wild beast gathers its deadliest + force prior to making a death leap. + </p> + <p> + “Darest thou bar my path, Aztotl?” he cried, hoarsely. “Make way, I bid + thee; make way, for I will see the Sun Children and—” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my Lord Hua,” coldly interrupted the master of guards, that + warning palm still turned to the front. “You are here without law or + leave, and know what the edict says: from the going to the return of the + sun, these stones are sacred from all feet save those of the Sun Children + and their regular body-guard.” + </p> + <p> + “What care I for laws? Or for such as thou, Red Heron? I will that such a + thing shall be, and it comes to pass. And—thou dare to bar my way, + Aztotl?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay. By words if they prove sufficient. By force if called for. By death + if worst must come; even the death of a mighty chieftain like Lord Hua + would not be too great a feat.” + </p> + <p> + For a brief space it seemed as though Huatzin would make a leap to which + there could be but one termination, death to one or to both. But Aztotl + coldly spoke on: + </p> + <p> + “I have given you fair and friendly warning, Lord Hua. Go, now, while the + path of peace lies open. Go, else I sound the call, and my guard will take + you in charge, just as they would any other rascally intruder.” + </p> + <p> + “Your precious son, for instance?” retorted the 'Tzin, viciously. “He came + with one whom—one of a different race from our own, Aztotl! A + traitor in thy own family, yet thou darest hint at—” + </p> + <p> + Aztotl lifted a bent finger to his lips, sounding a shrill, + far-penetrating whistle. The response was prompt indeed, an armed force + advancing with weapons held ready, awaiting only word from commander to + punish that rash intruder by hurling him to death over the terraces. + </p> + <p> + Although nearly beside himself with fury, Huatzin glared defiance at both + guard and its commander, then turned more directly upon the Sun Children, + speaking in savage tones: + </p> + <p> + “Unto you, proud Victo, I'll either win you as my—” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Lord Hua,” coldly spoke the woman, as his voice choked. + </p> + <p> + “I'll win and wear you as my squaw, or else give you to the stone of + sacrifice!” he snarled, then turned away as Aztotl motioned his guards to + clear the temple of all intruders, then see that none other dared enter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. WALDO GOES FISHING. + </h2> + <p> + It was with stronger forebodings than he dared acknowledge even to + himself, that Professor Featherwit watched the two young men out of sight + in the early gloom, and scarcely had his nephew passed beyond hearing than + uncle Phaeton would gladly have recalled Bruno. + </p> + <p> + Waldo made light of all fears, prophesying complete success, and even + going so far as to predict Bruno's return accompanied by the Children of + the Sun; enthusiastic words which set the exile to trembling with excess + of joy and anticipation. + </p> + <p> + What, then, was the blank dismay of all when, floating through the night, + came the hollow throbbing of yonder mighty war-drum, fetching each person + to his feet and holding him spellbound for the first few seconds. + </p> + <p> + Cooper Edgecombe turned sick at heart, even while ignorant as to the + method of sending forth that alarm, his hollow groan being the first sound + to follow the simultaneous exclamation which burst from three pairs of + lips as the surprise came. And but a breath later Waldo broke forth with + the excited query: + </p> + <p> + “What is it? What's broken loose now? Surely—thunder?” + </p> + <p> + Only Professor Phaeton at once recognised the sound, through description, + and each one of those swiftly succeeding strokes seemed falling upon his + heart, bidding him mourn for his beloved nephew, upon whom his aged eyes + had surely looked their last in this life! + </p> + <p> + Yet it was the professor who took prompt action, speaking sharply as he + darted across to where the air-ship rested: + </p> + <p> + “Come; get aboard, and let us do what lies in our power. It was criminal + to send the poor lad into the jaws of death, but now—hasten, there + may be a chance, even yet!” + </p> + <p> + The call was still hot upon his lips when his two companions entered the + aerostat, gripping tight the hand-rail as Professor Featherwit sent the + vessel afloat with reckless haste. As by a miracle they escaped disaster + through rushing into a bushy treetop, and that fact served to steady the + aeronaut's nerves. + </p> + <p> + “On guard, uncle Phaeton!” cried Waldo, making a lucky snatch at his cap, + which one of the stiff boughs brushed off his head. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay, lad,” responded the man at the guiding-gear, as the air-ship shot + onward and upward, now heading, as directly as was practicable, for the + Lost City of the Aztecs. “That was the very lesson I needed. I am steady + of nerve, now, and will show no lack,—heaven grant that we may not + be for ever too late, though!” + </p> + <p> + “What do you reckon could have kicked up such a bobbery, uncle? And what—ugh!” + as the wardrum's throbbings again swelled forth in grim alarm. “What in + time is that, anyway?” + </p> + <p> + As briefly as might be, the professor explained, and almost for the first + time Waldo felt a thrill of dread. + </p> + <p> + “If they've got Bruno, what will they do with him?” + </p> + <p> + That very dread was worrying uncle Phaeton, and already through his busy + brain were flashing horrid pictures of punishment and sacrifice, of + hideous scenes of torture, wherein the eldest son of his dead sister + played a prominent role, perforce. + </p> + <p> + He dared not trust his tongue to make answer, just then, and sent the + aeromotor onward at top speed, leaning far forward to win the earliest + glimpse of—what? + </p> + <p> + He caught sight of blazing beacons fairly encircling the Lost City, + forming a cordon through which no stranger could hope to pass unseen. He + beheld hundreds of armed shapes rushing to and fro, plainly looking for + some intruder or other enemy, yet almost as certainly failing as yet to + make the longed-for discovery. + </p> + <p> + Not until that moment had uncle Phaeton dared indulge in even the shadow + of a hope. The awful alarm seemed proof conclusive that poor Bruno had + been taken, through the treachery of Ixtli. + </p> + <p> + Naturally enough, that was his first belief, but now, as the air-ship + slackened pace to circle more deliberately above the valley, all eyes on + the eager watch for either Bruno or something to hint at his fate, + Professor Featherwit lost a portion of that conviction. + </p> + <p> + If Bruno had indeed fallen victim to misplaced confidence, and had been + craftily lured into this den of ravening wild beasts, why all this + confusion and mad skurry? Why had not the traitor first made sure of his + victim? Why such a general alarm? + </p> + <p> + Although such haste in getting afloat had been made, some little time had + been thus consumed, and, before the aerostat was fairly above the Lost + City, Bruno and Ixtli had dropped by stages down the shadowed side of the + Temple of the Sun God, to burrow underneath the ground as their surest + method of eluding pursuit. + </p> + <p> + Only for that, the end might have been different, for, once sighted, + Gillespie would have been rescued by his friends, or those friends would + surely have shared death with him. + </p> + <p> + And so it came to pass that, circle though they might, calling ears to + supplement their eyes, swooping perilously low down in their fierce + eagerness to sight their imperilled one, never a glimpse of the young man + could they obtain, nor even a definite hint as to where next to look for + him. + </p> + <p> + “Surely they cannot have captured Bruno, as yet?” huskily muttered uncle + Phaeton, hungrily straining his eyes without reward. “If the poor boy had + actually fallen into such evil hands, why such crazy confusion? Why—oh, + why did I permit his coaxings to overpower my better judgment? Why did I + send him into—” + </p> + <p> + The words stuck in his throat and refused to issue. Phaeton Featherwit + just then felt himself little less than a cold-blooded assassin. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Edgecombe was but little less deeply stirred, although his feelings + were more of a mixture. He grieved for Bruno, and would willingly risk his + life in hopes of doing the young man a service, yet his gaze was drawn far + more frequently towards yonder temple, on the top of which he had—surely + he HAD caught sight of his wife, his daughter! + </p> + <p> + “Let me down and try to find him,” he eagerly begged, as one might plead + for a great boon. “I promise to save him if yet alive, and—let me + try, professor; I beg of you, give me this chance to show my heartfelt + gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + But Professor Featherwit shook his head in negation. + </p> + <p> + “That would only add to our trouble, friend. Knowing nothing of the + dialect, you would be wholly at a loss. And, looking so entirely different + in every respect, how could you hope to pass inspection?” + </p> + <p> + “All seems so confused, that I might—surely it is worth trying.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be suicidal, so say no more on that score,” almost harshly spoke + the usually mild-mannered aeronaut, sending his vessel upon another + circuit, only with stern vigilance choking back the appealing shout to his + lost nephew. + </p> + <p> + This time the aerostat was brought directly above the Temple of the Sun, + where there appeared to be some unusual disturbance, a number of armed + guards fairly driving a gaily arrayed Indian down to the lower levels, and + that greatly against his inclinations, judging from the harsh cries and + ringing threats which burst from his lips. + </p> + <p> + Recognising the building, and unable to hold his intense emotions longer + under stern control, Cooper Edgecombe called aloud the names of his wife + and daughter, begging that they might come to him; but then the air-ship + was sent onward and upward, with a dizzying swoop, and Professor + Featherwit gripped an arm, sternly speaking: + </p> + <p> + “Quiet, sir! Another outbreak like that and I'll lock your lips, if I have + to send a bullet through your mad brain!” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot. I could not wait longer, knowing that my loved ones—” + </p> + <p> + “You forgot that the lives of all depend upon our remaining at liberty,” + coldly interrupted Featherwit. “Without this means of conveyance, how can + your loved ones escape? Now, your solemn pledge to maintain utter silence, + or I will take you back to yonder wilderness, leaving you to shift for + yourself as best you can. Promise, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “I will,—I do. Forgive me, for I was carried away by—'twas + there I saw—after so many horrible years!” huskily muttered the + exile, fairly cowering there, before his saviour from the whirlpool. + </p> + <p> + “Enough; bear in mind that the rescue of your loved ones depend on our + efforts. If discovered by yonder snarling beasts, and the machine is + injured,—farewell, all hopes! Now, quiet, and look for Bruno!” + </p> + <p> + Again the air-ship circled over the valley, in spite of the moonlight + passing wholly unseen and unsuspected by the Aztecs, whose energies were + bent on ferreting out mortal foes, not demons of the upper world. + </p> + <p> + Waldo leaned farther over the hand-rail as they floated closer to an + excited group of warriors, the central figure being Lord Hua himself, + fiercely denouncing Aztotl and his son, Ixtli, as traitors to the common + welfare, and calling upon all honest braves to mete forth befitting + punishment. + </p> + <p> + Professor Featherwit caught one name indistinctly; that of the young Aztec + in whose company Bruno had set forth on his ill-starred venture; and + hoping to learn more of importance, he caused the aerostat to hover + directly above that particular group of redskins. + </p> + <p> + Waldo, never stopping to count the risk he might thus fetch upon them all, + silently lowered the grapnel, by means of the drag-rope, giving a boyish + chuckle as the three-pronged hook descended amidst that gathering, the + sight causing more than one superstitious brave to leap aside, with cries + of amazed affright. + </p> + <p> + The air-ship gave a sudden swoop, and the grapnel caught Huatzin by his + girdle, jerking him fairly off his feet, and swinging him into air, pretty + much as a youngster might land a writhing fish. But no fish ever sent + forth so wild a screech of mingled rage and terror as split the air just + then. + </p> + <p> + Although hardly realising what was happening, Professor Featherwit sent + the aeromotor upward with a mighty jerk. The shock proving too much for + that sash, Lord Hua fell back to earth, literally biting the dust, + although he met with no bodily harm beyond sundry bruises. + </p> + <p> + “Caught a sucker, and—I'll never do it again, uncle!” exploded + Waldo, as he swiftly hauled in his novel fish-line; but he had to take a + severe lecture from the professor before the subject was finally dropped. + </p> + <p> + And, worse than all else, the air-demon was now the target for both eyes + and arrows, and, perforce, sailed swiftly away into the night. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. DOWN AMONG THE DEAD. + </h2> + <p> + Ixtli spoke with a degree of earnestness which left no room for doubt, + even if the young man's own keen sense of hearing had not given warning + but an instant later. + </p> + <p> + Ominous sounds came from the entrance, which had served them but so brief + a time gone by, and Bruno knew that, even if they had escaped being seen + while thus attempting to win such a gruesome refuge, the possibility of + their having elected just such a line of flight had occurred to some of + the redskins. + </p> + <p> + Gillespie heard the heavy doors open, then clang to again. He was fairly + confident that some of the Aztecs had entered, although as yet the utter + darkness hindered further recognition. + </p> + <p> + “What next, Ixtli?” he whispered, lips almost touching the face of his + young guide, as they stood close together in the mirk. “They can't take me + alive! Is it fight, or—” + </p> + <p> + “No fight yet,” gently breathed the Aztec in turn. “Dey look, dat not make + sure find. Dey try see; we try not see all time. Dey come, we go,—like + dis!” + </p> + <p> + Catching a hand within his own clasp, Ixtli led Bruno away in that utter + darkness, seemingly well acquainted with the lay of the ground, although + it quickly became evident that there must be more than one direct passage. + Bruno felt convinced that there were other chambers turning at right + angles to their present course, though it might have bothered the young + man to give entirely satisfactory reasons for such belief. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli did not flee fast nor far, in that first spurt, pausing shortly to + turn face towards the rear, a low, musical chuckle coming through his + lips. + </p> + <p> + “Dey come look, got no eyes for see in dark,” he explained, barely loud + enough for Bruno to catch his meaning. “We play fool dem all; dat be fun; + heap fun all time over!” + </p> + <p> + Ixtli was scarcely as precise of speech while under the influence of + excitement as when he had ample time in which to pick and choose his + words; but there was little room for mistaking his meaning, which, after + all, is fairly sufficient. + </p> + <p> + But this time the young brave was in error, for only a few moments later + both fugitives caught sight of a dim light in hurried motion far towards + the entrance to these underground crypts. That warned them of added peril, + and Ixtli's chuckle died abruptly away. + </p> + <p> + “They'll fetch us now,” grimly muttered Bruno, shaking his fairly athletic + shoulders and fingering the knife at his belt as though making + preparations for an inevitable struggle. “All right. They may kill, but + I'll furnish some red paint for my tombstone, anyway!” + </p> + <p> + It may be doubted whether Ixtli fully appreciated this conclusion, yet he + divined something of what was spoken, and made swift response: + </p> + <p> + “No kill yet. Dey look, we hide. Mebbe not find. Mebbe play fool all over—yes!” + </p> + <p> + “Where can we hide that lights won't ferret us out, though? If a fellow + might only have the same advantage; here in this darkness I'm not worth a + sick kitten!” + </p> + <p> + Just a bit disgustedly came the words, but Bruno was not giving over in + weak despair. No matter how vast the odds might show against him, he would + put up a gallant fight as long as he could lift his hand or strike a blow. + </p> + <p> + Still, he was by no means anxious for the crisis to arrive. He would far + rather run than fight, under existing circumstances; but whither, and how? + </p> + <p> + Ixtli took it upon himself to solve the perplexing enigma, in a whisper + bidding his white brother follow with as little sound as might be, once + more hurrying away through the gloomy blackness, which was by no means + rendered more agreeable to Bruno by that fleeting glimpse of the dead + men's bones. + </p> + <p> + There was little room left for doubting the truth. Their presence in the + death-cells surely was more than suspected, judging from the actions of + yonder redskins, who flashed the light over and into each angle and + corner, each niche and jog, where a human being might possibly seek + concealment. + </p> + <p> + They were not so many in number, but still a larger force than could well + be met with success by two youths, even granting that Ixtli would turn + lethal weapons against his own people, which Bruno felt was by no means a + settled fact. + </p> + <p> + For some little time the young men kept without that limited circle of + light, watching each movement made by the searchers, and at the same time + taking care that none of the little party stole a dangerous march upon + them by hastening in advance of the lights. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli apparently enjoyed the affair, much as a child might a successful + game of I-spy, for he emitted occasional chuckles, and let fall soft + whispers which, if caught by other ears, certainly would not have deeply + benefited the fugitives when captured. + </p> + <p> + Thanks to that slow progress, rendered thus by the care and minuteness of + the search, Bruno began to marvel at the extent of the catacombs, and + almost involuntarily calculate how many centuries it must have taken to + accumulate such enormous quantities of remains. For, thanks to yonder + prying light, he could see how high those grim relics of perishing + mortality were piled up in tiers, with here and there upright skeletons in + position of greater prominence. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps Gillespie might have been better able to appreciate Ixtli's + amusement had he even an inkling as to how this game of hide-and-go-seek + was fated to end. That an end must come, eventually, was a foregone + conclusion. And then? + </p> + <p> + He ventured to ask Ixtli how they were to escape detection when they could + retreat no farther, but before an answer could be fairly shaped, that end + seemed actually upon them. + </p> + <p> + Without sound or warning of any sort, another bright light showed at a + considerable distance in the opposite direction, and, as Bruno stared that + way, he made out several armed warriors who appeared to be engaged in that + same occupation: searching that city of the dead for the living! + </p> + <p> + Thus caught between two fires, there seemed only one course to pursue, + and, with the courage of his fathers, Bruno spoke in low, grim tones to + his young guide: + </p> + <p> + “No use for you to join in the mix, Ixtli. I'll do the best I know how, + but if I can't make the riffle, if I go down for good and all, I ask you + to convey the news to my friends. You will?” + </p> + <p> + But Ixtli was not at the end of his resources, and gripping a wrist, he + urged Bruno towards yonder second light, speaking hastily as they moved + along towards the edge of that wide passage. “No fight, yet. Best hide; + mebbe no find; dat best try first. Den Ixtli fight like white brother,—fast!” + </p> + <p> + There was time for scant speech, for just then the two parties seemed, for + the first time, to catch sight of each other, and while the brave bearing + the rude lantern still maintained his slow movements, searching well as he + came, the other Indians came in advance, giving the fugitives barely time + in which to crouch down under temporary cover. + </p> + <p> + The moment these enemies had passed them by, Ixtli urged Bruno on, then, + in swift whispers, instructed him how to perfect his hiding, even aiding + the young paleface into one of the upright crypts, back of a grim + skeleton, the mouldering blankets assisting in covering the one of flesh + and blood. + </p> + <p> + After like fashion, the Aztec sought cover on the opposite side of the + passage. None too quickly, either; for now the single searcher drew + dangerously nigh, peering into every practicable hiding-place on either + side, before moving onward. + </p> + <p> + Little by little he drew closer, while the other band of searchers + apparently turned off into a side passage, or large chamber, since nothing + could be seen or heard of them by the fugitives. + </p> + <p> + In all probability, Ixtli's bold ruse would have proved a complete + success, for the Aztec warrior showed no suspicion as he drew nearer; but + it was not to be thus. + </p> + <p> + Fairly holding his breath, lest he disturb some of the dry bones + immediately in front of himself, Bruno waited and hoped, only to feel his + blood chill, and his heart fail him, as a sickening horror crept over his + brain; nor was that the only creeping thing,—worse luck! + </p> + <p> + Past all room for doubting, his entrance into that crypt had disturbed the + repose of a snake of some description; for now he could feel the loathsome + reptile crawling slowly up his back, turning the skin beneath to scorching + ice in its horrid passage. + </p> + <p> + One horrible nightmare minute that lasted, then the serpent paused upon + his shoulder and biceps, touching his cheek with nose, then drawing back + its ugly head to give an ominous hiss. + </p> + <p> + Human flesh and blood could endure no more, and Bruno flung the snake + violently off, striking forcibly against that mass of dry bones as he did + so. With a rattling clatter, the skeleton lost its frail coherence and + tumbled outward, leaving Bruno fairly exposed within the niche. + </p> + <p> + With a cry the Aztec warrior turned in that direction, but ere he could + fetch his light to bear upon the right spot, Ixtli sprung forth to the + rescue, hooting like a frightened owl, as he dashed the light to earth, + and, at the same time, deftly tripping the Indian headlong. + </p> + <p> + Swift as thought itself he followed up the advantage thus won, smiting the + fallen brave heavily upon the crown with a clubbed thighbone, depriving + him of sensibility for the time being at least. And then snatching up the + still burning light, he called, in guarded tones, to his white friend: + </p> + <p> + “Come, brother, play hunt, now! Fast—not stop here; dat bad for you + see by dem so soon. Dat good you go—like dis way!” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely realising just what fresh ruse the Aztec had in mind, but far + from recovered from that horrible fear of death from poisonous fangs, + Gillespie submitted, Ixtli hurrying him away, turning off into what + appeared to be a side passage, less spacious than that to which they had + until then confined their retreat. + </p> + <p> + The young Aztec hastily explained his present scheme, which was to play + the role of searchers as well; and scarcely had he made that project + known, than another difficult test was offered their courage. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. PENETRATING GRIM SECRETS. + </h2> + <p> + Bruno caught an imperfect view of moving figures at no great distance + ahead, but ere he could fairly decide just what they might be, his + red-skinned guide swiftly whispered: + </p> + <p> + “More come look. You don't say. Ixtli fool 'em—easy!” + </p> + <p> + Making not the slightest attempt to avoid the issue, the young Aztec + stepped a little in advance of Gillespie, thus casting him into partial + eclipse, speaking briskly, as he met the two Indians, only one of whom + bore a light: + </p> + <p> + “It is trouble for nothing, brothers. There is no sign here. If he saw + aught, 'twas in a dream, I think. And now—hark!” + </p> + <p> + Even there in the subterranean recesses something of the wildly excited + uproar which followed Waldo's rash attempt to go a-fishing after his + fellow men, and the sighting of that awful air-demon by the Indians, could + be heard, and, without divining its actual import, Ixtli adroitly turned + it to his own advantage. + </p> + <p> + “They have found the strange dog without!” he cried, sharply. “Come, my + brothers, else we will be too late for—hasten, all!” + </p> + <p> + But only one-half of the present group obeyed, the two Indians dashing at + full speed towards the main entrance to the city of the dead, leaving + Bruno behind, wholly unsuspected, and Ixtli chuckling gleefully over the + favourable change in the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Dey go—we come. Dis way, brother,” the Aztec spoke, moving in the + opposite direction, followed willingly enough by the now pretty well + bewildered paleface. + </p> + <p> + “Whither are we going?” Bruno felt impelled to ask, after a few moments + more of blind obedience. “How are we going to get out? And my friends,—they + must have been alarmed by that great drum!” + </p> + <p> + Ixtli made response by touch rather than in words, and, giving his + companion barely time sufficient to read aright that look of warning, he + extinguished the light, leaving themselves in complete darkness. + </p> + <p> + Naturally anticipating fresh danger, Bruno strained his ears to catch at + least an inkling of its precise nature ere the trouble could fairly close + in; but only silence surrounded them,—silence, and an almost + palpable gloom. + </p> + <p> + “Not cat,” assured Ixtli, in a soft-toned whisper, as he divined the + expectations entertained by his comrade in peril. “Nobody come, now. All + gone see what noise 'bout, yonder. You, me, all right. Best mek no big + talk, dough. Come—see!” + </p> + <p> + Apparently the young Aztec found it no easy matter to elect words which + should fairly convey his desired meaning, and, abruptly giving over the + effort, he moved on, one hand lightly closed upon Bruno's wrist to guard + against possible separation in that utter darkness. + </p> + <p> + Nothing further was said until Ixtli again came to a halt, Gillespie + giving a low exclamation as he felt what appeared to be a blank wall + before them. Was this no thoroughfare? Were they blocked in, to perish of + starvation, unless earlier discovered by the red-skinned searchers? + </p> + <p> + Far from agreeable thoughts, yet such swiftly flashed across the young + man's brain, lending an echo of harshness to his voice as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Where are we now, Ixtli? How are we going to get out of this? If you have + led me into a trap—” + </p> + <p> + Finger-tips lightly brushed his lips, then the Aztec explained as well he + was able, thanks to his limited vocabulary. + </p> + <p> + Escape from the catacomb by the same route they had taken in seeking + refuge there was entirely out of the question. Even though the redskins + might have abandoned the search in that precise quarter for the time + being, thanks to the sudden alarm which had broken forth in the valley, + almost certainly there would be an armed guard so stationed as to + intercept any or all persons who might so attempt to emerge. + </p> + <p> + This much Bruno gathered, then took his turn at the verbal oars. + </p> + <p> + “But we can't stay here, man, dear. Nothing to eat or to drink, and my + friends worrying over us, outside. We've got to get out; I have, at any + rate. The only question is, just how, and where?” + </p> + <p> + “Dere one way go,” Ixtli made reply, even his lowered tones betraying more + than ordinary impressiveness, Bruno fancied. “Mebbe easy, mebbe hard. Find + dat, when try. We go dis way. Best be still, dough!” + </p> + <p> + Bruno was ready enough to promise all that, just so action was being + taken, his uneasiness being by far too deep for rest or repose. More on + account of his uncle and his brother, though, than for his own safety. He + had not yet lost hope of extrication from the perils which surely + surrounded them, not quite abandoned hope of rescuing the Children of the + Sun as well. + </p> + <p> + Turning abruptly to the left, Ixtli led the way into what appeared + (through the senses of touch and hearing) to be a narrow, winding tunnel, + which presently took an upward incline, then broadened into a chamber of + greater or lesser dimensions; the faint echoes told Gillespie there was an + enlargement of some description, but the utter darkness veiled all else. + </p> + <p> + Barely had the two adventurous youths come to a pause, than dull, + uncertain sounds came from almost directly above their heads; and, after + listening for a brief space, Ixtli disappointedly breathed a fear that + they would have to wait for the time being. + </p> + <p> + “Why? What's going on up yonder? And where are we, anyway?” + </p> + <p> + Beneath the great teocalli, Ixtli made answer in his disjointed way of + speaking. There the evil-minded paba, Tlacopa, reigned supreme. And there, + almost directly above their heads, stood the sacrificial stone, upon whose + flat surface the Sun Children would be doomed to suffer the last penalty, + provided Tlacopa won his wicked will. + </p> + <p> + Bruno thrilled to his centre with fierce indignation as he, little by + little, gathered this information. Perish by such hideous methods? Give up + her fair young life— + </p> + <p> + For, rather queerly, considering that Ixtli spoke of both Victo and Glady, + he now had thought of—could see but that one lovely face and + shrinking figure,—face and form of the daughter alone. + </p> + <p> + Discovery might have come all too soon, but for Ixtli's slipping a palm + over those indignant lips and thus smothering the outbreak which the young + man could not avoid; then, recalled to ordinary prudence, Bruno talked and + listened by turns. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli contrived to make his white brother understand just how they were + situated at the time: in a secret channel of communication with the great + war temple, through which sanctuary he had hoped to lead his friend, + thence to escape from the valley itself, if a favourable chance should + offer. Now their way was barred, and they could only wait. Unless—would + Bruno keep close guard over his tongue? + </p> + <p> + Yes. Anything, rather than remain wholly idle, like this. + </p> + <p> + Adding a few minor cautions, Ixtli took Gillespie by a wrist, and stole + noiselessly forward, climbing upward, over and into a contrivance which + Bruno vainly sought to recognise by the sense of touch, but giving a + thrill of amazement when his guide paused long enough to whisper in his + nearest ear: + </p> + <p> + “Dis war-god body. Stand up in teocalli, look on kill-stone. Wait; you + see, hear, all dat, now!” + </p> + <p> + Thanks to the close association of that night, with all its attendant + perils, Bruno was growing fairly skilful in interpreting the broken + sentences of his copper-hued chum, and he now knew they were moving about + within the hollow image of the Aztecan war-god, Huitzilopochtli, while— + </p> + <p> + He caught sight of several small apertures, through which yellow light + came dimly, and, almost without thinking, applied his eyes to the one most + convenient, peering forth upon the broad sacrificial stone, with its foul, + blood-stained surface, the little channels intended to drain off the + superfluous hemorrhage, together with the gloomy, repulsive surroundings. + And, too, a most abominable stench appeared to rise from the altar of + death, and Bruno shrunk back with a shiver of disgust. + </p> + <p> + “No talk loud!” softly breathed Ixtli, gripping an arm with force. “Dey + kill, if find now. Look, dat one Tlacopa; big priest, you call. DEM help + paba fool all people; so!” + </p> + <p> + Although his meaning was not fully apparent, Bruno caught renewed + interest, and once more peered forth upon the scene, weird and impressive + enough, even from a Christian point of view. + </p> + <p> + Headed by Tlacopa, a ceremony of some description was taking place, lesser + priests and other acolytes performing their various parts, the + incantations rising now loudly, now sinking to a hollow monotone, the + whole affair being none the less absorbing when Bruno remembered that, + perhaps, it might have some connection with the vile plots against the Sun + Children, if not endangering life itself. + </p> + <p> + Gillespie likewise took note of various other graven images; among them + one of the not less hideous war-goddess, Teoyaomiqui, or “divine war + death,” fitting consort for the mighty “humming-bird” himself. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Ixtli, who appeared to look upon the whole affair as a more or + less jolly good jest at the expense of his superstitious people, took + occasion to give his white brother a few pointers, letting him see how + easy it was for false oracles to be manufactured to order; how certain the + lightest wishes of the head priest were to find speedy fulfilment at all + times. + </p> + <p> + While thus divulging part of the mysteries of the temple, that ceremony + reached a finale, and the little crowd slowly melted away, leaving but + Tlacopa and a select few of his trusted henchman. And Ixtli certainly + caught enough of their talk to alter his manner most materially. + </p> + <p> + “Come, quick!” he fiercely whispered in Bruno's ear, gripping an arm, and + fairly forcing the young man to accompany his retreat. + </p> + <p> + Not another word was spoken before the lower level was reached, and then + Gillespie broke the ice, asking what was the matter. + </p> + <p> + Dark though it was all around them, Bruno could tell by sense of touch + that his guide was powerfully agitated, and, though Ixtli clearly + hesitated before imparting the asked-for information, persistence won the + point; and then— + </p> + <p> + Imperfectly though that discovery was set forth, Gillespie contrived to + gather this much: Tlacopa decreed that the Sun Children should be brought + to trial, if not to actual execution, when the morning sun arose! + </p> + <p> + “Never!” fiercely vowed Bruno, all on fire, as he recalled that more than + fair face. “Never,—while I live and draw breath!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. BROUGHT BEFORE THE GODS. + </h2> + <p> + Once again Aztotl, the Red Heron, was bowing humbly before the Children of + the Sun God, but now there was stern grief impressed upon his visage, + rather than pure devotion, such as one might feel at the feet of a + divinity. + </p> + <p> + And the face of Victo was unusually pale, her lips tightly compressed to + keep them from trembling too visibly, while her arm clasped Gladys with + almost fierce love in its warm strength. + </p> + <p> + Aztotl glanced upwards for a moment, then slowly spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Such are the commands laid upon thy captain of guards, Daughter of + Quetzal', the Fair God. He hath been commanded to fetch Victo and Glady to + the teocalli, there to be—no!” with an outbreak of fierce rebellion, + drawing his superb figure erect, and gripping javelin until the springy + ash quivered, as though suddenly winning life for itself. “The gods lie! + They are speaking falsely, or—or the paba lies, when trying to thus + interpret the oracle!” + </p> + <p> + Gladys shrunk away, but her mother stood firm, seeming to gain in coolness + and nerve what this ardent servant was losing. + </p> + <p> + “It must be thus, my good friend,” she spoke, in low, even tones. “The + word hath come to a soldier, and obedience is his first duty.” + </p> + <p> + “Not when obedience means leading to sacrifice—” + </p> + <p> + “That may never come, good Aztotl. We have committed no sin, in deed or in + thought. The Mother of Gods will not lay claim to an innocent victim. Or, + even then, the right shall triumph! Tlacopa is powerful, but hath Victo no + influence? Lord Hua may throw HIS influence to the wrong side, but hath + truth no answer?” + </p> + <p> + “If not truth, then death!” sternly vowed the captain of the body-guard. + “If Tonatiuh fails to punish the enemies of his daughter, then this right + arm shall hurl the false prince down to Mictlanteuctli, grim lord of the + under-world!” + </p> + <p> + “What is it all about, mother?” murmured Gladys, clinging in sore affright + to the side of her Amazonian relative. “Surely the people will not—surely + we need not go forth to—” + </p> + <p> + A mother's kiss closed those quivering lips, and then, with far more + assurance than she really could find in her heart, Victoria bade her child + fear nothing; that all would come aright in a brief while. + </p> + <p> + Little by little, the maiden's terrors were calmed, and then she took + position by her parent's side with a greater display of nerve than might + have been anticipated. + </p> + <p> + Through all, Aztotl waited, fiercely silent, held from open rebellion only + by the influence of the woman whose very life was now menaced. And as the + Sun Children stood before him, in readiness to comply with the commands + issued by those in high authority, the Red Heron broke bonds. + </p> + <p> + “Say but one word, Daughter of Quetzal', and all this shall never come to + pass! Give me but permission to—” + </p> + <p> + “What wouldst thou do, good Aztotl?” + </p> + <p> + “Surround the Sun Children with their loyal body-guard and defend them, + while one brave might strike blow, or hold shield in front of their sacred + charge,” slowly yet fiercely declared the captain, eyes telling how dearly + he longed to receive that permission. + </p> + <p> + But Victo shook her head in slow negation. She was still cool of brain + enough to realise how fatal such course would be in the end. If one deadly + blow should be dealt, the end could be but one,—annihilation to both + defended and defenders. + </p> + <p> + Then, too, she recalled the wondrous tidings brought the evening before by + Ixtli and his comrade. Friends were seeking to rescue them, and if only + time might be won—it must be played for, then! + </p> + <p> + And so, his petition finally denied, with no other course left open to + take, the Red Heron summoned his picked band and, with the Sun Children in + their midst, left the temple, crossed the plain, and slowly marched into + the War God's teocalli. + </p> + <p> + In awed silence a vast number of Aztecs followed that little procession, + silent as they, yet clearly anticipating events of far more than ordinary + importance. And thus the foredoomed women were taken before the great + stone of sacrifice, whereupon lay a snow-white lamb, bound past the + possibility of struggling. + </p> + <p> + Close beside the prepared sacrifice stood the head priest, Tlacopa, robed + for the awesome ceremony, sacrificial knife in hand, temples crowned as + customs dictated, eyes blazing as vividly as they might if backed by + living fire. + </p> + <p> + Not far distant stood Huatzin, head bandaged and face none the better + looking for his floundering fall when his sash gave way the evening + before. And as he caught the passing gaze of the woman whom he had so + basely persecuted, a repulsive smile showed itself, the grin of a + veritable fiend in human guise. + </p> + <p> + Sternly cold, and outwardly unmoved, the captain of guards performed his + sworn duty, then in grim silence awaited the end. And in like manner each + man of that carefully selected band rested upon his arms. + </p> + <p> + A brief pause, during which the utter silence grew actually oppressive, + then the head priest lifted a hand as though commanding full attention + before he should speak. + </p> + <p> + Then, in tones which were by no means loud, yet which were modulated so as + to fill that expanse most perfectly, Tlacopa recited the grave accusations + brought against the false children of the mighty Sun God. + </p> + <p> + To their evil influence he attributed the comparative failure of crops + which had now cursed their fair people throughout the past years. Unto + them, he claimed, belonged the evil credit of many untimely deaths which + had covered so many proud heads with the ashes of mourning and of despair. + To their door might be traced all of misfortune with which the favourite + children of the mighty gods had been so sorely afflicted. + </p> + <p> + In proud silence Victo listened to this deliberate arraignment, not + deigning to interpose denial, or offer plea in self-defence, until the + paba was clearly at an end. And even then she gazed upon Tlacopa with eyes + of scorn, and lips which curled with contempt. + </p> + <p> + A low murmur from the eager crowd told how anxious they were to hear more, + and, taking her cue from that, Victo made a graceful motion with her white + hand, following it by words that sounded rarely sweet in their deep + mellowness, after the harsh, dry notes of the paba. + </p> + <p> + “Who dares to bring such base charges against the Daughters of Quetzal'? + Who are our accusers, head priest?” + </p> + <p> + Did Tlacopa shrink from that queenly presence? If so, 'twas but another + cunning device intended to pave the way to complete success; to catch the + fickle fancy of his audience by rendering his retort all the more + effective. + </p> + <p> + “Who dares accuse us of wrong-doing?” again demanded the Amazonian mother, + speaking for her child as well, around whose waist her left arm was + clinging as a needed support. + </p> + <p> + “The Mother of all the gods!” forcibly replied the priest, now casting + aside all presence of timidity, and gazing into that proud face with eyes + which were filled with fire of hatred and jealousy. “The all-powerful + Centeotl hath made known the awful truth through the lips of the + infallible oracle, my children! She hath declared that no smiles shall be + turned towards the children of Anahuac so long as false prophets disgrace + this great city! She hath demanded the sacrifice—” + </p> + <p> + “Who can bear witness to any such demand?” sternly interposed the captain + of the body-guard, unable to listen longer in silence. + </p> + <p> + Tlacopa flashed an evil look his way, but from the audience issued another + murmur, rising louder until it took upon itself the shape of words, + demanding indubitable proof that the oracle had indeed spoken thus. And, + no longer daring to rely upon his own authority, Tlacopa turned to the + sacrificial stone whereupon lay the helpless lamb, bowing knee and lifting + face as he volubly repeated the customary invocation; just then it + appeared far more nearly an incantation. + </p> + <p> + Having thus complied with all the requirements of his office, the paba + first kissed his blade of sacrifice, then seized the lamb and turned it + upon its back, one hand holding it helpless while with the other he ripped + the poor beast wide from throat to tail, then, making a swift cross-slash, + laid bare the cavity and exposed the quivering heart. + </p> + <p> + Dropping his knife, Tlacopa grasped this vital organ, fiercely tearing it + away, drawing back where all might see as he lifted the heart on high for + inspection. + </p> + <p> + One brief look appeared to satisfy his needs, for he gave a fierce shout + as he hurled the bleeding heart towards the accused, then cried: + </p> + <p> + “An omen! An omen! The Mother of the Gods claims her victims!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. BENEATH THE SACRIFICIAL STONE. + </h2> + <p> + Contrary to the expectations of Ixtli escape by way of the War God's + temple was barred throughout the remainder of that eventful night. + Tlacopa, the head priest, together with a number of his acolytes, varying + as to force, yet ever too powerful for any two men to force a passage + contrary to the will of their leader, remained on duty each and every + hour. And hence it came to pass that those early hours found our fugitives + still beneath the temple, worn through loss of sleep and stress of + anxiety, yet firmly resolved not to permit that intended outrage without + at least striking one fair blow for the Children of the Sun. + </p> + <p> + Slowly enough the time passed, yet it could hardly be called monotonous. + Whenever wearied of their darksome waiting, the young men would steal + again into the hollow image of Huitzil', there to utilise the cunningly + arranged peepholes, now looking out upon the priests, or listening to + catch such words as fell from the lips of those nearest the stone of + sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + In this manner Ixtli contrived to pick up quite a little fund of + information, mainly through the confidences reposed in a certain favoured + few of the brotherhood by the chief paba. And this, in turn, filtered + through his lips after the chums once again retreated to the lower regions + for both safety and comfort. + </p> + <p> + And then Bruno learned how the adventurous young Aztec, far less + superstitious than the vast majority of his people, thanks to the kindly + teaching of Victo, Child of Quetzal', had in his explorations discovered + so many secrets of the temple and priesthood, secrets which he now had no + scruple in communicating to another of a different race. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli told how, on various occasions, he had lurked behind the scenes + while the miraculous “oracle” was delivering fiat or prophecy, and then he + told his white brother how Tlacopa meant to completely confound the + Children of the Sun when once brought before the gods. + </p> + <p> + “He tell slave what say. Slave come dis way. Hide in War God. Wait for + time, den tell Tlacopa's words!” + </p> + <p> + A most infernal scheme, yet the danger of which Bruno could readily + recognise, together with the serious difficulty of refuting any such + supernatural evidence. + </p> + <p> + “Surely your people will not suffer a few dirty curs to do such horrible + wrong to ladies like—Why, Ixtli, even the gods you fellows bow the + knee to in worship, ought to rise up in their defence!” + </p> + <p> + But Ixtli merely sighed, then spoke in sad tones, explaining how he alone + had been taken wholly into the confidence of the Sun Children. Even the + captain of their guards knew Victo and Glady as but descendants of the + great Fair God whom the audacious trickery of a rival sent far away from + the land of his favoured people, to find an abiding-place in the sun + itself. + </p> + <p> + “He good brave. He die for dem,—easy! But he not know all. He think + drop from sun, to lead people back to light. If think not so, dat make + face turn black; dat make mad come—great big!” + </p> + <p> + As was ever the case when his feeling seemed deeply stirred, Ixtli found + it difficult to fully or fairly explain his sentiments; but Bruno caught + sufficient of his meaning to give a fair guess at the rest. + </p> + <p> + He found a ray of hope in the belief that Aztotl at least would defend the + Children of the Sun, and Ixtli predicted with apparent confidence that the + members of the body-guard would stand firm under the Red Heron's + leadership. + </p> + <p> + Keeping thus upon the alert throughout the remainder of that night, the + young men were able to take prompt action when the crisis drew nigh. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli caught the first inkling of what was coming, and hastily sent Bruno + away from the peepholes, dropping a word in his ear as they both prepared + for clean work. + </p> + <p> + Through a secret entrance, shaped amidst the drapery which surrounded the + pedestal of the mighty Huitzil', a slave of the temple crept to play the + part of echo to Tlacopa's evil will; and scarcely had he secured what was + to be a place of waiting and watching than the attack was made from out + the darkness. + </p> + <p> + Ixtli flung his tunic over the slave's head, twisting both ends tightly + about his throat, effectually smothering all attempt at crying aloud for + aid, while Bruno clasped arms about his middle, holding hands powerless to + strike or to draw weapon. + </p> + <p> + A brief struggle, which produced scarcely any noise, certainly not + sufficient to reach the ears of priest or helper, then the trembling, + unnerved slave was bundled down that narrow passage, to be dumped in a + remote corner, and there effectually bound and gagged by the young men. + </p> + <p> + All this was performed without hitch or mishap, and then, nerved to + fighting pitch, Ixtli and Bruno went back beneath the stone of sacrifice, + resolved to play their part to the end in manful fashion. + </p> + <p> + There was no further fear of intrusion, for, of course, Tlacopa would + never think of endangering his own evil scheme by risking an exposure such + as would follow discovery of his slave-oracle. As Ixtli truly said, such + discovery would end in the paba's being slain by his befooled people. + </p> + <p> + Their patience was sorely tried, even then, though a goodly portion of the + blame belonged to their fears for the Sun Children, rather than to the + actual length of waiting. But then, amidst the solemn invocations led by + the high priest, the body-guard marched into the Hall of Sacrifice, and + Bruno caught his breath sharply as he beheld—Gladys! Not her mother, + just then. For the first minute, only,—Gladys! + </p> + <p> + Then came the bitter denunciation by Tlacopa, followed by the coldly + dignified words of Victo, after which the innocent lamb yielded up its + life in order that the future might be predicted through the still + quivering heart. + </p> + <p> + With a fiercely exultant cry Tlacopa hurled the vital organ towards the + accused, it striking the mother upon an arm, then glancing further to + leave an ugly smear upon the daughter's shoulder ere falling among the + eager multitude, who fought and struggled to secure at least a morsel of + the hideous thing. + </p> + <p> + “Behold! the gods hath marked their own!” cried the high priest, his harsh + tones fairly filling the Hall of Sacrifice. “They are guilty of all crimes + laid at their door. They merit death, a thousandfold. The Mother of Gods + hath spoken!” + </p> + <p> + “To whom but thou, Tlacopa?” sternly cried the captain of the guards, as + he stood firm in spite of the ominous sounds which were rising from the + rear, as well as from either side. + </p> + <p> + “She hath spoken unto me, as her worthy representative on earth.” + </p> + <p> + “And there are those who say much religion hath turned thy brain, good + Tlacopa,” retorted Aztotl, holding his temper fairly well under control, + yet with blazing eyes and stiffening sinews. “Are thy ears alone to + receive such important communications as—” + </p> + <p> + “Silence, thou scoffer!” fiercely cried the high priest, lifting quivering + hands on high as though about to call down the thunders of an outraged + deity upon that impious head. “She who hath spoken once may deign to speak + again. Harken,—hear the oracle!” + </p> + <p> + Doubtless this was cue for the slave of the temple to repeat the words + placed within its mouth, but that slave was literally unable to speak a + word for himself, let alone others. Yet,—the oracle was not wholly + silenced! + </p> + <p> + “Talk out, or I will!” fiercely muttered Bruno, giving Ixtli a violent + punch in the side, “talk out for the Sun Children!” + </p> + <p> + The young Aztec needed no further prompting, loving Victo and Glady as he + did, hating and despising the high priest. And in shrill, clear tones came + the wondrous oracle: + </p> + <p> + “Tlacopa lies! Tlacopa is an evil dog! The Mother of the Gods loves and + will defend her friends, the Children of the great and good Quetzal'.” + </p> + <p> + How much more Ixtli might have said, had he been granted further grace, + will never be known. Tlacopa shrank away from the speaking statue as from + a living death, but then he rallied, savagely thundering: + </p> + <p> + “'Tis a lying oracle! 'Tis an evil impostor who has—An omen! A true + omen, my children! The evil ones hath been branded for the knife! Seize + them! To the sacrifice!” + </p> + <p> + That vicious cry was swiftly taken up, but the body-guard closed in around + the menaced women, presenting arms to all that maddened horde, while their + captain sternly warned all good people to fall aside and make way for the + Children of the Sun. + </p> + <p> + Then that secret entrance was flung wide, permitting two excited young men + to issue, Tlacopa reeling aside from a blow dealt him by Bruno's clenched + fist, as that worthy hastened to join forces with the body-guard. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. AGAINST OVERWHELMING ODDS. + </h2> + <p> + This double appearance—for Ixtli kept fair pace with his hot-headed + white brother—caused no little stir, and added considerable to the + partial bewilderment which had fallen over that audience. + </p> + <p> + Prince Hua shouted forth savage threats, but he, as well as the paba, was + fairly demoralised for the moment by the totally unexpected failure of + their carefully laid schemes. + </p> + <p> + Seeing his chance, Aztotl bade his men escort the Sun Children from the + Hall of Sacrifice back to their own abiding-place, barely noticing his + son, and paying no heed at all to the disguised paleface. + </p> + <p> + With spears ready for stroke or parry as occasion might demand, the guard + faced about and slowly moved away from the great stone of sacrifice, rigid + of face, cool of nerve, ready to die if must be, yet never once thinking + of disobedience to orders, or of playing cur to save life. + </p> + <p> + Almost involuntarily the crowd parted before that measured advance, giving + way until a fair pathway lay open, along which the body-guard moved with + neither haste nor hesitation, outwardly ignorant of the fact that ugly + cries and dangerous gestures were coming thicker and faster their way. + </p> + <p> + Scores of other voices caught up the fierce cry given by the head priest, + and now the temple was ringing throughout with demands that the false Sun + Children should pay full penalty, should be haled to the sacrificial + stone, there to purge themselves without further delay! + </p> + <p> + Others showed an inclination to favour the descendants of Quetzal', and + thus the widely conflicting shouts and cries formed a medley which was + fairly deafening. + </p> + <p> + For one of his fierce temper the Red Heron showed a marvellous coolness + throughout that perilous retreat, and never more than during the first few + seconds. Then a single injudicious word or too hasty movement might easily + have precipitated a fight, where the vast audience would surely have + brought disaster, whether the majority so willed or not. + </p> + <p> + Holding his men well in hand, moving only as rapidly as prudence + justified, yet losing neither time nor ground, where both were of such + vital importance; Aztotl forced a passage from the great Hall of Sacrifice + down to the level, then out into the open air, where one could see and + fight if needs be. + </p> + <p> + Through all this, Bruno Gillespie held the position he had taken, one hand + gripping tightly his maquahuitl, but placing his main dependence upon the + revolver which nestled conveniently within the folds of his sash, one + nervous forefinger touching the curved trigger. + </p> + <p> + He could not help seeing that the danger was great. He felt certain that + they could not retreat much farther without coming to blows, when the odds + would be overwhelmingly against them. Yet never for an instant did he + regret having taken such a decided step; not for one moment did he give + thought to himself. + </p> + <p> + Almost within reach of his hand, if extended at the length of his arm, + moved the fair maiden whose face and form had made so deep an impression + upon his mind and his heart. She was in peril. She needed aid. That was + enough! + </p> + <p> + Then the briefly stunned Tlacopa rushed forth from his desecrated temple, + wildly flourishing his arms, furiously denouncing both the Sun Children + and their body-guard, thundering forth the curses of all the gods upon the + heads of those who refrained from arresting the evil ones. + </p> + <p> + “The mighty Mother of Gods calls for her own! Seize them! Strike down the + impious dogs who dare attempt to defraud our Mother! Seize them! To the + sacrifice—to the sacrifice!” + </p> + <p> + Equally loud of voice, the Prince Hua came leaping down to the sandy + level, urging his people to the assault, offering almost fabulous sums as + reward for the brave Aztec whose arm should lay yonder traitorous Red + Heron prone in the dust. + </p> + <p> + The crisis came, and the dogs of war were let loose. + </p> + <p> + An arrow whizzed narrowly past the feathered helmet worn by the captain of + the guards. A stone came humming out of sling, to be deftly dashed aside + by Aztotl's shield ere it could fairly smite that gold-crowned head as, + outwardly calm and composed, Victo aided her trembling daughter on towards + the Temple of the Sun God, where alone they might look for safety. + </p> + <p> + But would it be found even there? + </p> + <p> + No! For, at savage howl from lips of the high priest, a strong force of + armed redskins took up position at the teocalli, blocking each one of the + four flights of stone steps in order to intercept the body-guard, while + still closer pressed the yelling, screeching, frantic heathen of both + sexes and all ages. + </p> + <p> + Aztotl saw how he had been flanked, but made no sign, even while slightly + turning course for another temple at less distance, a single word being + sufficient to post his true-hearts. + </p> + <p> + So far not a single blow had been struck by the retreating party, although + great provocation had been given them. More than one of their number was + bleeding, yet all were afoot, and still capable of holding ranks. Then— + </p> + <p> + Bravest of the brave, a man among men in spite of his tender years, Ixtli + laid down his life in defence of his idolised Victo. + </p> + <p> + From one of that maddened rabble came a heavy stone, flung with all the + power of a sinewy arm and great sling. Smitten fairly between the eyes, + the poor lad's skull was crushed, as a giant hand might mash an eggshell. + </p> + <p> + One gasping sigh, then the lad sunk to earth, dead ere he could fairly + measure his length thereupon. + </p> + <p> + For a single instant Aztotl seemed as one stupefied, but then an awful + uproar burst from his labouring lungs, and he hurled his heavy javelin + full at yonder murderer, winging it with a father's curses. + </p> + <p> + Swift flew the dart, but fully as quickly sank that varlet, the head of + the spear scraping his skull, to pass on and smite with death one even + more evil, if that might be. + </p> + <p> + Full in the throat Tlacopa was stricken, the broad blade of copper tearing + a passage through, and the shaft following after for the greater portion + of its length. Unable to scream, though his visage was hideously distorted + by mingled fear and agony, the high priest caught the wood in both hands, + even as he reeled to partly turn, then fall upon his face, dead,—thrice + dead! + </p> + <p> + With a wild thrill of grief and horror, Bruno Gillespie saw his red + brother reel in cruel death, and, for the moment heedless of his own + peril, which surely was doubled thereby, he sprang that way, to stoop and + catch that quivering shape in his eager hands. + </p> + <p> + Too late, save to show his comradeship. That heavy stone had only too + surely performed its grim mission. Dead! Poor lad: dead, while seeking to + save another! + </p> + <p> + With a fierce cry of angry mourning, Bruno lifted the mutilated corpse in + his arms, trying to toss it over a shoulder, to bear away from risk of + trampling under the heedless feet of the yelling heathen; but it was not + to be. Another stone smote his arm near the elbow, breaking no bone, yet + so benumbing the member as to temporarily disable it, causing that + precious burden to drop to earth once more. + </p> + <p> + Then came an awful outcry from the people, whom the sight of their + high-priest reeling in death had, for a few fleeting seconds, fairly + stupefied. Cries which meant much to the living, and before which even + that band of true-hearts receded with slightly quickened pace. + </p> + <p> + With the others fell back Bruno, leaving his hand-wood lying beside the + lifeless corpse of his redskinned brother-at-heart, but drawing forth the + weapon which he knew so much better how to use. + </p> + <p> + The fierce lust of vengeance now seized upon him, heart and brain. He + shouted forth grim defiance to that howling crew, and as the deadly + missiles came in thickening clouds, carrying death and wounds to the + bodyguard of the Sun Children, he opened fire, shooting to kill. + </p> + <p> + Entirely without firearms themselves, and in all probability ignorant of + such an instrument of destruction, this might have produced a far more + beneficial result under other circumstances. As it was now, few, if any, + took heed of what they could not hear above that awful tumult, and those + who felt the boring lead never rose up to give their testimony. + </p> + <p> + Closer crowded the superstition-ridden heathen, showering missiles of all + descriptions upon the body-guard, confounding all with the one to whose + javelin their head priest owed his death,—only to recoil once more, + in fierce awe, as another victim of high rank paid forfeit his life for + the death of Ixtli, sole offspring of Aztotl, the Red Heron. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. DEFENDING THE SUN CHILDREN. + </h2> + <p> + Louder than ever rose the voice of Lord Hua, after witnessing the fall of + his ally, the high priest. In spite of the great odds against the + body-guards, he began to fear lest his intended prey should even yet slip + through his evil clutches. + </p> + <p> + Fiercer than ever rang forth his curses and imprecations upon the head of + the Aztec who thus dared the vengeance of all the gods by lifting hand in + arms against the anointed. + </p> + <p> + And then, his own nerve strung by those very efforts to inspire others, + Lord Hua forged nearer the front, eager to behold all his hated enemies + crushed to earth as by a single stroke. And then— + </p> + <p> + With vicious force he hurled his javelin straight for the white throat of + the Sun Child who had scorned his fawning advances, and only the ever + ready eye, the true hand, the strong arm of Aztotl again warded off grim + death from the Fair God's Child. + </p> + <p> + Caught upon that trusty shield one instant, the next turned towards its + original owner, to quiver for the barest fraction of time in that vengeful + grip, then, gloriously true to the hero's will and intent, sped that + javelin home. + </p> + <p> + Home to the false heart of false prince; grinding through skin and flesh + and bones, cleaving that hot organ with broad blade of tempered copper, + forcing one vicious screech from those tortured lungs, then causing that + bulk to measure its length upon the blood-sprinkled sands. + </p> + <p> + Once again the heathen involuntarily recoiled, as death claimed a high + victim. Once more the band of true-hearts slightly quickened their pace + towards the temple, now nigh at hand. Yet those lessened numbers never + once betrayed fear, or doubt, or faltering. Grimly true to their trust, + they fell back in the best of order, fighting as they moved, beating back + the heathen hosts, as though each man was a god, and their strong arms a + wall of steel. + </p> + <p> + Here and there a true-heart sank to earth with the hand of death veiling + his eyes, but he died in silence; no cry of fear, no moan of pain, no + pitiful appeal for mercy at the hands of his maddened people. They knew + their sworn duty, and like true hearts they trod that narrow path unto the + very end. + </p> + <p> + Although with gradually lessening numbers, the body-guard remained + practically the same. Still in a hollow square, with the Children of the + Sun God in the centre, they slowly, doggedly fell back, ever facing the + ravening foe, ever moving shoulder to shoulder as a single man. + </p> + <p> + Then, just as Bruno Gillespie was refilling his emptied revolver, the base + of the tall pyramidal temple was won, and still protecting their + fair-haired charge, the body-guard ascended to the second terrace, beating + back such of the wild rabble as pressed them too closely. + </p> + <p> + Again that wonderful barking-death came into play, and Bruno felt a + strangely savage joy gnawing at his heart as he saw more than one stalwart + warrior reel dizzily back from his hot hail. + </p> + <p> + “For Ixtli, you curs! That for Ixtli! Down,—and eat dirt, dogs!” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely could his own ears catch those sounds, although he shouted with + the full power of his strong young lungs, so indescribably horrid was the + din and tumult. + </p> + <p> + Up another flight of steps, then yet another, although the crazed rabble + was not pressing them so very hard, just now. Still, their number forbade + a fourfold division as yet, and Aztotl feared lest the blood-ravening mob + attempt to head off their flight by taking possession of the other stairs, + thus being first to occupy yonder flat arena high above the earth, + whereupon he hoped to still protect the Sun Children, even though he must + lay down his life to maintain their lease. + </p> + <p> + Lacking an acknowledged leader, the furious mass thought only of crushing + the faithful band by mere weight of numbers, taking no thought in advance, + else the end might well have been precipitated. + </p> + <p> + Arrows, spears, javelins, stones from slings, poured upon the body-guard + in almost countless numbers, now and then claiming a true-heart as victim, + whereupon the rabble howled afresh in drunken triumph; but where a single + man died in the performance of his oath-bound duty, half a score heathen + bit the dust and grovelled out his remnant of life yonder where most + viciously trampled the feet of his fellow brutes. + </p> + <p> + Pausing barely long enough to beat back the crazed rush which came so + close upon their retreat, the band of brothers would then slowly, doggedly + fall back another of those mighty steps, with bared teeth and blazing + eyes, longing to end all by one joyous plunge into the thick of their + assailants, dying with their chosen dead! + </p> + <p> + Five separate times that upward flight, and five times the grim pause to + give death another portion of his red feast. Five times the blood-lapping + mob dashed against the band of brothers. Five times they were hurled back, + leaving more dead and dying there to mark the savage struggle. + </p> + <p> + And then, sadly decimated at each halt, less in numbers as they passed + farther from earth to climb nearer the blue sky, the survivors won the + crest of the teocalli, still fighting, still beating back such as followed + their steps more closely. + </p> + <p> + Ere that brilliant retreat began, 'twould have taken close ranks for the + body-guard to find standing-room upon the temple-top; but now—Aztotl + called for a division of his force, since there were four separate avenues + of approach, of which the enemy was prompt to avail itself. + </p> + <p> + “For the Sun Children, my brothers!” he cried, his voice rising even above + that awful tumult and turmoil. “Guard them with your lives!” + </p> + <p> + Little need to waste breath in so adjuring. Of all thus enlisted, not one + of the true-hearts but proved worthy the trust. + </p> + <p> + Not one brave who took care for his own life. Not one but was ready to die + in order to save; and thus far not a single wound had won so far as either + Child of the Fair God. + </p> + <p> + Even now while the heathen were raging more viciously than ever, crowding + each terrace and jamming each flight of steps to the verge of suffocation, + strong arms were shielding them, true hearts were thinking how best they + might be served. + </p> + <p> + Time and again Aztotl warded away winged death as it sought to claim Victo + for its prey. And Bruno Gillespie, no whit less brave if somewhat lacking + in warlike experience, made Gladys his especial care, sending shot or + dealing knife-thrust in her defence, barely giving thought to his own + safety as a side issue. + </p> + <p> + Those broad terraces bore ugly pools and irregular patches of red blood. + The various flights of stone steps grew slippery and uncertain as they + likewise began to steam. Yet forward and upward pressed the howling mob, + and desperately fought the doomed body-guard above. + </p> + <p> + Faster fly the deadly missiles, too many by far for even the keenest eye + to guard against them all. One and another of those gallant defenders drop + away; only because death had claimed them, not because of fear or of + bodily anguish. + </p> + <p> + Aztotl staggers,—an arrow is quivering in his broad bosom,—but + still he fights on, dealing death with each blow of his blood-dripping + hand-wood. A stone lays open his brow,—but heavier and faster plays + his terrible weapon. A javelin flashes briefly, then the red copper + vanishes from sight, while the ashen shaft slowly dyes crimson, as the hot + life-blood issues. + </p> + <p> + A last, dying stroke, and the Red Heron sinks at the feet of his + adoration, faithful unto the last, his brave soul going forth to join with + that of Ixtli; the last of a gallant family. + </p> + <p> + Victo gives a wild cry of vengeance, then snatches up bow and quiver where + let fall by a death-smitten warrior, and wings swift death to the slayer + of her captain of the guard. + </p> + <p> + An awful melee, where the odds were momentarily increasing; where one man + was forced to do the work of a score; where death inevitable awaited all, + unless a miracle should intervene. And that miracle— + </p> + <p> + Shrilly rang forth the voice of Victoria Edgecombe as, amidst the fury of + battle, she caught sight of the air-ship swiftly darting that way through + the clear atmosphere, bent on saving, if saving might be. + </p> + <p> + The peculiar sound which attended the exploding of a dynamite cartridge + heralded the death of more than one Aztec, and, as the swift rattle of + revolvers added to the uproar, there was an involuntary recoiling, a + terrified shrinking, which was employed to the best advantage by the + air-voyagers. + </p> + <p> + The aerostat barely landed upon the top of the temple, before Cooper + Edgecombe, with a wild scream of ecstatic joy, caught his wife in his arms + and hurried her into the car, while Waldo and uncle Phaeton aided Bruno. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. ADIEU TO THE LOST CITY. + </h2> + <p> + And Bruno clung fast to the half-swooning maiden, so that two in place of + one had to be assisted by uncle and nephew! + </p> + <p> + Barely a score of seconds thus employed, then the gallant air-ship + responded to the touch of master-hand, and floated away from the bloody + temple-top with its increased burden, even as the last survivor of the Sun + Children's body-guard sank down in death. + </p> + <p> + A brief stupor came over the amazed heathen at sight of this awful + air-devil from whose sides spat forth invisible death; but then, as they + divined at least a portion of the truth, as they saw their longed-for + victims thus borne bodily away, a revulsion came, and, amid the most + hideous howls and screeches, missiles flew towards the air-ship, menacing + sudden death to all therein. + </p> + <p> + But fate would not have it thus, and, under the guidance of that + master-hand, the aeromotor flew higher and farther, quickly leaving behind + all peril from javelins, darts, arrows, or stones from slings. And but one + of their number had suffered aught: Bruno lay as one dead, blood flowing + from a stone-gash over an eye, but with one hand still gripping the butt + of an empty pistol; his other arm was—around the Sun Daughter's + waist! + </p> + <p> + And Gladys? First she shrunk back with a gasping cry of mingled fear and + grief; only to quickly recover and—did she kiss that curiously + spotted, streaked face? + </p> + <p> + Waldo afterwards declared she certainly did, for that a moment later he + saw some of that moistened stain upon her quivering lips; but Waldo was + ever extravagantly fond of a jest, and it may be—never mind! + </p> + <p> + Not until the air-ship was safely past peril from yonder howling, raving + lunatics in bronze did Professor Featherwit give heed to aught else, and + by that time Victoria had left the ardent embrace of her husband, to care + for the elder Gillespie, whose single-hearted devotion all through that + bloody retreat and bloodier struggle upon the temple had not wholly + escaped her notice. + </p> + <p> + Under such tender ministrations, Bruno quickly revived, and, after + assuring himself that the Children of the Sun were alive and unharmed, + while the Lost City was now left far behind them, he huskily begged uncle + Phaeton to descend to earth, where he might find water enough to remove + what remained of that loathsome disguise! + </p> + <p> + But Professor Featherwit was far too shrewd a general to take any + unnecessary risks. His last glimpse of yonder valley showed him hundreds + of armed redskins rushing at top speed for the various passes by which + that circle of hills could be over-passed, and he knew that chase would be + made as long as the faintest ray of hope lured the Aztecs on. + </p> + <p> + Thus it came that no halt was made until the inland reservoir was reached, + where there could be no possible danger in making a temporary landing. And + then Bruno stole away in hot haste, both to wash his person and to + reclothe it in garments not quite so ridiculous as he now felt that savage + rig must appear. + </p> + <p> + “Just as though the little woman wasn't used to see fit-outs like that, + old man,” mocked Waldo, the irrepressible. “She'll go scare at you in this + rig; see if she doesn't, now!” + </p> + <p> + Whether or no Gladys was actually frightened as Bruno made his appearance, + need not be decided here; but one fact remains: she acted a vast deal + shyer than when she saw her gallant defender lying as if dead, with the + red blood flowing over his face. + </p> + <p> + Naturally enough, Cooper Edgecombe seemed fairly crazed by his joy. After + so many long years of hopeless grief and wistful longing, to find his + loved ones, safe and sound, far more beautiful than of yore! Surely enough + to turn the gravest of men into a laughing, jesting, voluble lad! + </p> + <p> + But throughout it all ran a vein of sadness and of mourning. Neither + Aztotl the noble, nor Ixtli the gallant, could so soon be forgotten. And + more than one pair of eyes grew dim, more than one voice turned husky, as + mention was made of both life and death,—peace to their ashes! + </p> + <p> + Heavily burdened as the air-ship now was, it would be unwise to add more, + and so but a few minor articles were removed from the cavern, which had + for so long sheltered the exiled aeronaut, then the lever was touched, and + the vessel rose slowly into air, making one leisurely circuit of the lake, + in order to show the Children of the Sun where their husband and father + came so perilously nigh to entering upon a subterranean voyage to the + far-away Pacific. And, luckily as it appeared, they were just in time to + see that “big suck” drag another huge tree down into its ever hungry maw. + </p> + <p> + Not until the shades of night again began to settle over the earth did the + professor permit another halt, but then many miles lay between that Lost + City of the Aztecs and their present position, and, after selecting a + pleasant spot for alighting, preparations for their first al-fresco meal + in company were begun. + </p> + <p> + That proved to be a pleasant meal, and yet a more pleasant evening there + in the wilderness,—the first, but by no means the last, partaken of,—for, + now they need no longer fear the heathen, Professor Featherwit was eager + to more thoroughly explore that strange land. + </p> + <p> + Still, the air-ship was inconveniently crowded, and that helped to cut + explorations short. Then, too, Cooper Edgecombe was naturally eager to + return to civilisation once more, especially as he now had his heart's + dearest desire, wife and daughter, each peerless in her peculiar way. + </p> + <p> + Thus it came to pass that the terra incognita was abandoned for the time + being, Professor Featherwit striking that wide path of ruin which marked + the course of the tornado, then sailing leisurely towards the point of + their initial departure, improving the opportunity by giving a neat little + lecture concerning tornadoes in general, and that one in particular. + </p> + <p> + “Which totally exploded so many absurd theories held up to date,” was his + proud assertion; and then he went on to explain just how, and why, and + wherefore— + </p> + <p> + Why dwell longer? The tale I set out to narrate is finished. The unknown + land has been penetrated, and at least a portion of its marvels has been + inspected; imperfectly, no doubt, but that may be attributed to + circumstances which were past control. + </p> + <p> + And should the still curious reader ask, “Is it all true? Is there + actually such a place as the Lost City? And are the people who live in + that town really and truly the same race as once inhabited Old Mexico?”—to + all such, I can hardly do better than this: there was a Territory of + Washington. There is now a State of Washington. Within that State may be + found a range, or system of mountains, known to the world as the Olympics. + And within the wide scope of country which lies nestling inside of that + mountain system may to this day be found— + </p> + <p> + But, after all, a little parable which Waldo Gillespie read to a certain + doubting Thomas, on the very evening of the day which changed Gladys + Edgecombe, spinster, into Mrs. Bruno Gillespie, may better serve in this + connection. + </p> + <p> + “After all, I don't believe there is any such place or people,” declared + Doubting Thomas, nodding his head vigorously. + </p> + <p> + “Is that so?” mildly queried our good friend, Waldo. “Let me give you a + little pointer, old man. Once upon a time, a man by the name of John Smith + was being tried for stealing a fat hog. The State brought three reputable + witnesses to swear that they actually saw the theft committed, while the + best the defence could offer was to declare that they could produce at + least a dozen honest citizens who would make oath to the fact that they + did not witness the crime. So—moral: + </p> + <p> + “We six fairly honest people saw both the Lost City and its inhabitants. + Scores of equally reliable persons never saw either. Which sort of + evidence weighs the most, my good fellow?” + </p> + <p> + Gentlemen of the jury, the verdict rests with you! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Lost City, by Joseph E. 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