CHAPTER XXXIII NO WAY OUT?
While Cliff went to call Tom, Huayca, not too far away up the cleft,slipped closer and when he saw Cliff disappear into the gloomy ruin hewhipped across the grass and into hiding at the ruins themselves.
He was within the guarded zone, therefore, when Tom took up his vigil.
But Cliff's move to the ledge surprised Huayca. Also, it annoyed him: itmight disrupt his plans. He counted on a surprise. He desired to remainsilent until dawn, while men from the settlement crept up the pass. Atdawn his plan was to shout and begin firing arrows into the camp. Thenthey would rush for the ladder and so plunge down into the arms of themen who would then be waiting in the pass.
But Cliff, as Huayca could tell when he crept close, flat on hisstomach--Cliff was watching something. Perhaps one of the men had alight--down in the pass!
As Cliff turned, alarmed by whatever he saw, Huayca, a panther inquickness and a shadow in the gloom, leaped!
He got a hand over Cliff's mouth.
Then Tom came running, there was the shot. Huayca tried to fling Cliffaway, to escape and hide; but Cliff, too, had determination. He clung tohis assailant!
Then, at the shot, there rose from the pass the angry, ominous roar ofmany voices.
The Andes growled over their prey!
Everybody was awake on the higher level. They all came running, Tomfirst. He caught Huayca in a tackle that helped to upset both strugglingadversaries; but, striking sideways, he sent them to the turf with Cliffuppermost. Nicky piled on, then, and there was no chance of Huaycarising right away, squirm though he might.
Bill, when he came pelting, wasted no time: he saw the gleam of brightsteel, for Huayca's knife came from Spain. Bill saw that it was no timefor niceness. He kicked Huayca's wrist and with his screech of a woundedleopard Huayca's wrist became limp; Bill snatched the weapon from theground.
Mr. Whitley was there by that time. It took very little longer to triceup Huayca, a snarling, defeated Indian.
They peered over the ledge cautiously, but there was nothing to see: thepass was like a deep well, jet black, impenetrable. They dragged Huaycaback to the hut, tried to force from him the secret of the pass, but hewould not speak. Bill hinted at some methods a little more forceful butboth Mr. Gray and Mr. Whitley demurred. Dawn would soon be upon them:they were all wide awake, and, dividing into two groups, one with Bill'srifle, the other with two revolvers, each led by the older men, theywatched at the cleft and near the ledge.
Beneath them those on the ledge could hear mutterings and growls, as ofangered animals.
"It sounds as though there were lions down there," said Nicky.
"What puzzles me about the affair, tonight, is: How could Huayca getpast us and go down the pass?" Cliff said. "Or--if those people downthere are from Quichaka--how they got past us."
It was dawn before they discovered the reality.
Then Bill, looking carefully over, to be greeted with a flung stonewhich, however, did not reach the ledge, made a statement.
"There are forty men down there," he said. "They are not from Quichaka.They are men of some settlement: I can tell by their clothes."
"Then Huayca must have passed us," Cliff declared. "But how?"
"There must be another way around this ledge," Mr. Whitley said.
"If we could find it----" Tom did not finish. It would give them achance to escape, was the thought in his mind. But Bill shook his head.
"If they know it they are watching it," he assured his friends.
One of the men on the lower road shouted up at them.
"Oho!" Bill said, interpreting. "He says for us to give ourselves up. Hecalls us robbers. Huayca must have gotten past us and told about thegold."
"Then let's give them the gold and go," suggested Mr. Whitley.
"Giving them the gold won't help. They are furious. Whackey must havesaid we robbed some tomb. That's what I make out of that fellow'syelling.
"Then we are trapped," Mr. Gray said.
"Looks like it," Bill admitted. "But they can't get up from where theyare any more than we can get down--all we have to do is double-guard thecleft."
"Until they starve us out," said Nicky ruefully.
It seemed as though that was the intention. If the men on the road couldnot reach them, hunger would.
"Is there no way out?" Mr. Whitley said, at noon. He felt theresponsibility he had incurred for the safety of his young charges. Butno one gave him any answer.