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Updated: June 25, 2025
As we crawled along the platform we found that we had landed not more than twenty feet from the crevice through which we had witnessed the blood-curdling "tivo," and we hurried toward the spot where we had left the Fijian, whose nerves had been upset by the glimpse he had had of the strange antics of the dancers. But Kaipi was not at the spot where we had left him.
The Professor was as pleased as a boy on his vacation, and he had returned again to his task of taking notes. The two girls were radiant; Kaipi was joyful because the murdered Toni had been revenged, and Maru was in the seventh heaven of delight because Barbara had informed him that he could go to San Francisco with the party as a reward for his devotion.
"Me work for you all same nothing!" We learned that the one-eyed white man and the last of the Wizards of the Centipede had been dispatched by Maru and Kaipi, and we also received the news that the four carriers had bolted back to the yacht. The latter piece of information somewhat dampened our spirits.
"Verslun!" breathed the strained voice of the youngster. "Are you there?" "Well?" I asked. "H'sh!" he murmured. "We are right near the spot, Verslun. If Kaipi climbs up on your shoulders to this place I think the two of us could pull you up. Are you willing?" "Come on, Kaipi," I whispered, and the Fijian climbed nimbly upon me and moved up into the void above. "Now, Verslun," muttered Holman.
I believe I'm going to kill him, but whether it is to-night or some other time I don't know." "The sooner the better," I stammered. "From what Kaipi said about that dance, something out of the way is going to happen, and I've got a hunch that the something will happen to us."
Kaipi worked himself close to me just before midday, and, with one eye upon Soma and the other five carriers, whispered a message. "Soma much friend of big man." "How do you know?" I questioned. "Talk to him out back of camp last night," he murmured. "Me make believe sleep, me watch. I think I kill him to-day."
"Well, you wait here," ordered Holman. "We're going back, but we'll return in a few hours and pick you up. Don't move from this ledge." Kaipi would promise anything if he was not forced to witness the performance, and we left him huddled up in the darkness, and returned to the spyhole in the wall. The "tivo," as the Fijian called it, was still in progress.
The dry leaves were pushed quietly aside, but instead of a head appearing, as we expected, a bare brown leg was thrust through the creepers and remained stationary. The leg fascinated us. Kaipi had moved in the opposite direction, and we were certain that the limb belonged to one of our enemies.
A black arm came up over the edge of the table and clawed at the moss-grown stone, but while Holman and I reached forward with the intention of gripping the climber by the throat, Kaipi upset our plans by driving the blade of the knife into the back of the huge paw that was endeavouring to get a grip!
"Wait till we get Kaipi." The Fijian came along the limb with the agility of a trapeze artist, and when he reached the ledge we stared up at the dizzy heights that rose above our little resting place. Small jutting projections, like gargoyles, stuck out from the wall, and we looked at them hungrily. "If we had only brought the rope!" cried the boy.
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