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Stubbs reached his big hand across the table and the two men shook. "Now," he said, "we'll have a bite to eat and a mouthful to drink and begin work." During the next week they followed one faint clue after another, but none of them led to anything. Wilson managed to secure the names of many men who knew Sorez well and succeeded in finding some of them; but to no purpose.
Where was Sorez leading her, and what inducement was he offering? Her father she had said. Doubtless the man was holding out to her promises of locating him. But why? His mind reverted to the idol. It was that. He wished to use her psychic power for some purpose connected with this image. And that? He had a parchment within his pocket which might explain it all!
The Priest had no men he could trust with a secret so important. He would work alone. The matter would end with a rifle bullet or a stab in the dark if it ended in favor of the Priest. With the vanishing of the treasure and the return of the image if in favor of Sorez. During the three days they had spent at the lake Jo had grown very serious and thoughtful.
If she would guide him to the mountain pass, he would follow. The man was Sorez. The next few hours were burned into Sorez' mind forever. At her heels he had clawed his way up the steep hillside expecting at every step a spear thrust in his back. He tore his hands and knees, but, drawn on by a picture of the girl, moving shadow-like in the moonlight ahead of him, he followed steadily after.
He came upon him, a tall, sallow-faced man, when within an hour of safety. Sorez had never before met eyes such as looked from beneath the skull-like forehead of this man; they bored, bored like hot iron. The Priest spoke good English. "Leave the image," he said quietly. The next time he met the Priest was many months later and many thousand miles from the Andes.
He unclasped the hands from about his neck and, placing an arm about her waist, led her slowly out into the corridor. She followed his guidance, resting her weight upon him. And he who had come into this foul place in terror and despair walked out in a dizzy bewilderment of joy. As he passed the open door of Sorez' cell he hesitated.
Wherefore we've got ter find thet hut afore we can start. We've gotter lay our course from thet. So, says I, there's jus' one thing ter do hunt fer it lively." "On the other hand," broke in Wilson, "if Sorez is in danger, the girl is in danger. The treasure is going to be here for a while longer, but maybe the girl won't. If we could combine forces with Sorez " "Well, I'm damned!" growled Stubbs.
But not until the last paragraph did Wilson learn anything of moment. Then, in a second his whole attitude towards the campaign was changed. "In addition to your present interest in this movement, I have news that ought to spur your men on to added effort; the dogs of Republicans have arrested and imprisoned an American young lady, who reached here on the Columba in company with Dr. Sorez.
I know he used to go to Carlina, of which Bogova is the capitol. Why he should let us believe him dead is, of course, something for me to learn. At any rate, I am off, and off to-day. The priest makes it unsafe for Dr. Sorez to remain here any longer. You see, I have a long journey before me. But I love it. I'm half a sailor, you know.
"Danbury," he said quietly, "I've got to get to her." "You don't mean to say that this is " "The same one. Evidently Sorez has got her into trouble." "But this is serious this imprisonment. The dungeons aren't fit for a dog." "I know," answered Wilson; "but we'll get her out." "We can't, until we batter down the old prison. They won't let her out not for us." "But why should they shut her up?
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