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Updated: June 29, 2025
But there he was, a stern Nemesis, the moonlight shining on spear and shield, and glowing on the dark, villainous features. Guy and Canaris wheeled round and stood with drawn revolvers. The Somali clutched his spear and drew up his shield. The silence remained unbroken. One single cry and a mad horde would rush forth like bees from a hive.
"We cannot get the rope back to the top of the cliff. Go tell Canaris" his voice sank to a whisper, and he dropped on the sand beside Melton. The colonel did not answer. The torch moved off along the cliff and then stopped, no doubt directly above the raft. "He has gone to aid Canaris," said Guy. "I would like to know what is taking place on the lake." "Ah!" said Forbes, "here he comes back now."
Guy was deeply concerned over the question of supplies for their voyage in case the underground river was discovered, but Canaris bade him not to worry until the time came. With feelings which it would be difficult to describe, they resumed their night-march. An unknown future, full of terrors and fears, yawned before them. It is hard to say what guided Canaris in the direction he took.
The fugitives did not wait to see the result of the shot, but as they dashed madly forward they heard the people calling wildly to one another as they hurried from their dwellings. Even Melton kept up with wonderful endurance. The excitement had given him false strength, and he kept even pace with Guy and Canaris.
By some it is said, that, in Atahuallpa's first encounter with the troops of Cuzco, he was defeated and made prisoner near Tumebamba, a favorite residence of his father in the ancient territory of Quito, and in the district of Canaris.
The air was redolent with perfume and melodious with the sweet notes of countless birds. Flushed and trembling, Guy staggered, with new-found strength, to his feet. "Saved! Saved! Saved!" he cried aloud. "Thank God! Melton! Canaris! Do you hear? The blessed sunlight is shining around us. Why don't you answer? Why don't you shout for joy?"
The valley beneath the town was skimmed across, and then, scaling a low stone wall, they plunged into the shadow of a big plantation and ran on between rows of limes and coffee trees. Guy feared that the Arabs who owned these orchards would join in the pursuit, but Canaris assured him that there was little danger of that.
It seemed to his excited imagination as though an hour had passed by, when suddenly sounds were heard in the corridor, and in an instant more Canaris stood before them, his leather case at his side, a lamp in his hand. He closed the door, opened, the case, and drew out two wide linen tunics and two long jackets such as the Emir's troops wore. "Put these on," he whispered.
The tread came nearer, and at last another stalwart Nubian blocked the doorway with his massive bulk. His look of wonder was comical as he saw his comrade gagged and bound on the dungeon floor, but before the half articulated exclamation could escape his lips Canaris had him by the throat, and down they came.
He reached the top in safety. "Now fasten the stuff on," he whispered down; "put the other ropes in the bag." Guy obeyed instructions, and Canaris rapidly drew the string up. He then speedily hooked a second rope to the wall and dropped it down. "Fasten Forbes to one rope, and come up the other yourself," he called out to Chutney. Here a difficulty arose.
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