"How can you find out about the secret pass if you don't know already?"asked Tom.
"Don't be too inquisitive," reproved Mr. Whitley. "If she can find outthat is enough for us."
"But in trying to find out she might blunder," Tom urged. "Huamachaco,for example, might grow suspicious and watch us all."
"I tell you my way," she said eagerly. "I do not make danger. In themountains are great herds of vicuna--small cattle--sheep."
"And you know one of the shepherds?" Cliff saw the truth.
Caya looked down bashfully "Yes." She was shy as she spoke. "One comesat night. We walk and talk. Late tonight I will come to you and I willknow the way."
They glanced at one another dubiously.
"'Late tonight' won't be too late, will it?" Tom wondered.
"They won't disturb us until they learn what I used on the corn field,"Mr. Whitley said. "We surely have the rest of the day and the comingnight, because they must finish the feast."
"That makes you safe," Bill said. "I guess the rest of us can stay quietand keep out of mischief." If he said mischief they all knew that hemeant "danger."
Caya hurried away and the others busied themselves getting their fewnecessary belongings together. Caya's plan was that when they went, lateat night, she could lead them to the pass where she knew her influenceover her young shepherd sweetheart would enable her to find the way.Then they could hide until she could bring enough food to sustain themafter she said farewell in the mountains. Perhaps her shepherd mighteven be induced to feed them; she would see what he would do. She wassure he would come to see her that evening.
She slipped away to help serve at the feast which was still progressing,and to linger near the tables of the nobles to learn anything she couldabout their plans.
"If she doesn't come back we can probably get to our ledge, and escapethat way," Nicky suggested.
"I think that way is closed," Bill said. "Pizzara came that way: fromthe top of the ledge he probably discovered the twine and he may haveused the same scheme to get down. But I don't think he was brainy enoughto hide the twine--and he could not get up high enough to do that. Wehad to make our human ladder, you remember, to get the twine end out ofsight."
"We will have to depend upon Caya," said Mr. Whitley. "And I only hopeone thing--that her shepherd friend keeps his regular tryst with her."
"We won't take these back, will we?" asked Nicky, holding up a handfulof thin sticks about ten inches long, heavily crusted for most of theirlength with fat grayish stuff.
"We can slip them into our robes," Mr. Whitley said. "They are onlycolored lights, red, blue and green, but they might be useful as torchesand they burn a long time."
"We were going to use them if we had to pretend to make a display ofmagic, weren't we?" asked Nicky who had not been fully aware of the planCliff had originally made. That plan had been to come into the valley asstrangers, wanderers, Indians from a distant place, and then, ifnecessary, to use simple colored lights and other things to impress theInca's subjects.
The plan had been changed by the fact that Cliff's hair came out of hisdye-bath a vivid golden red; he was posing as Chasca, the youth of thebright and flowing locks and the fireworks had not been needed sincethey burned red fire on the ledge.
"How about these?" asked Cliff, picking up some squat, stubby papertubes. But no one answered. Huamachaco had entered the main temple andwas approaching slowly. Cliff mechanically dropped his hand into aninside pocket sewed inside the robe by Bill. He forgot his question inthe sudden suspicion brought into his mind by the arrival of theirenemy.
But Huamachaco seemed to be no enemy; he was smiling. He was sorry thathe had listened to the stranger's false tale, he said, and the Incawished to show them honor and to ask the noble Chasca to forgive hissuspicion. Would they not join the Inca at the feast?
To refuse might bring on the Inca's anger; it was not wise to slighthim. They agreed to go and followed Huamachaco to the main door of thetemple. He drew back and stepped aside, motioning to Cliff. "Hailli,Chasca!" cried someone from beyond the doorway and as Bill nudged himCliff stepped out.
Then he stared, grew tense and his blood froze.
The Inca, Challcuchima and the others, as well as Pizzara, standing atone side, he scarcely noticed. His eyes flew to a group of soldiers.They were dragging a man's limp figure! The man wore European clothes,though ragged ones; his face was white! With a scream Cliff sprangforward.
"Father!" he cried, and again, "Father!"
"You see!" cried Sancho Pizzara to Huamachaco, "I told truth!"
"Take him under guard!" growled the Inca. Cliff was trapped.