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The other man died as Koku was carrying him out, but the giant had saved one life. Serato, the Indian foreman, with some of his men now came in, and the other injured were carried out on stretchers, being attended to by the two doctors who formed part of the tunnel force.
Tell them we'll give them a sol a week more if they do good work. "Half a dollar a day more will look mighty big to them," went on the contractor. "Get the men, Serato, and we'll raise your wages two sols a week." The eyes of the Indian gleamed, and he went off, saying. "Um try, but men much 'fraid."
"No getting out that way," he said, as he met with failure after failure. Once, while thus engaged, he saw Serato, the Indian foreman looking narrowly at him, and Serato said something in his own language which Tom could not understand. But just then along came Tim Sullivan, who, grasping the situation, exclaimed: "Thot's all roight, now, Serri, me lad!" for thus he contracted the Indian's name.
On the site of the tunnel, which was two days' mule travel east from Rimac, the Titus brothers had assembled their heavy machinery. They had brought some of their own men, including Tim Sullivan, with them, but the other labor was that of Peruvian Indians, with a native foreman, Serato, over them.
He had only pretended to be ill, though, the time he slipped out and threw the bomb. Reaching Peru he at once began his plotting. Serato told him about the secret shaft leading into the tunnel, and with the knotted rope, and with the aid of the faithless foreman, the men were got out of the tunnel and paid to hide away.
"Are you sure they didn't come out the mouth of the tunnel?" asked Job Titus. "Positive," asserted Tom. I was there all the while, rigging up the fires." "We'll call the roll, and check up," decided Job Titus. "Get Serato to help." The Indian foreman had not been in the tunnel with the last shift of men, having left them to Tim Sullivan to get out in time.
Damon and Koku, who would follow his young master anywhere. Tom saw that the tunnel was lighted with incandescent lamps, suspended here and there from the rocky roof or sides. The electric lights were supplied with current from a dynamo run by a gasoline engine. "Where is it, Serato? Where was the blast?" asked Walter Titus, of a tall Indian, who seemed to be in some authority.
"Um want mans like him?" asked the Indian, nodding toward the giant. Serato never forgave that. "Sure, get all the giants you can," Tom said. "But I guess there aren't any in Peru."
"That's doing the work!" cried Job Titus. "It beats any two blasts we ever set off," declared his brother. "Much fine!" muttered the Peruvian foreman, Serato. "It's a lalapaloosa, lad! Thot's what it is!" enthusiastically exclaimed Tim Sullivan. "Now the black beggars will have some rock to shovel! Come on there, Serato, git yer lazy imps t' work cartin' this stuff away.
"Them afraid," answered Serato. "Them say devil in tunnel eat um up! No go in." "They won't go in, eh?" cried Tim Sullivan. "Well, they will thot! If there's a divil inside there's a worse one outside, an' thot's me! Git in there now, ye black-livered spalapeens!" and catching up a big club the Irishman made a rush for the hesitating laborers.
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