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Updated: June 12, 2025
"See here, m' boy, the only thing that will do is to bring the Priest down on us. If Sorez wasn't crazy, he wouldn't have come in here with thet idol with less than a regiment back of him. But he has, an' what we wanter do is ter keep outer the squall he's in." "You don't understand the man. He is absolutely fearless. He knows the place he knows the natives he knows the Priest.
Save that the trousers were a bit short, the things fitted well enough. At any rate, he looked more respectable than in a lounging robe. The latter he cast aside, and as he did so something fell from it. It was a roll of parchment. Wilson had forgotten all about it, and now thrust it in an inside pocket. He would give it back to Sorez, for very possibly it was of some value.
"No but it is far from my intention to interfere with so worthy a mission as yours. I might even assist you. I am always glad to do anything that will help strangers to leave. Sometimes this is done in one way and sometimes in another. I expected this Sorez to leave by to-morrow." "To-morrow? Why, he can't have more than reached the lake." "No, but strangers do not remain long by the lake."
And the priest of whom Sorez spoke could it be he who ruled these tribes in the Andes? It was possible Lord, yes, anything was possible. But none of these things hinted as to where the girl now was. He came back into the study and took a look into the small room to the left. He saw his own clothes there. He had forgotten all about them.
The thin lips moved, but there was no distinct response. "Make an effort. Tell me, and I will get you out of here too." The lips fluttered as though Sorez was spurred by this promise to a supreme effort. "The key he has it." "Who?" Wilson followed the eyes and saw the brass thing lying near the Priest. He turned again to Sorez "Can you tell me anything about where she is? Is she near you?"
It was from Jo. It read: "DEAR COMRADE: I have made my decision I am going with Dr. Sorez to Bogova, South America. I have just written them at home and now I am writing you as I promised. I'm afraid you will think, like the others, that I am off on a senseless quest; but perhaps you won't. If only you knew how much my father is to me! Dr. Sorez is sure he is still living.
As soon as they recovered sufficient strength to desire anything more of life than rest for their bruised and weary bodies, Wilson assumed command of the situation. He saw nothing but a straight path to the girl. "We must get down to the lake," he said firmly. "Get down there and find Sorez. If the natives are up in arms, I want to be near the girl. I'm going to take her out of here.
The Priest might even slay her before his eyes. He strained at the rope which bound him until it tore into his flesh. The waters played about the raft. The stars danced in the ripples. Sorez brought himself to try once more. "If you have a spark of pity in your heart, you will do her no harm. Listen! I lied to the girl.
If it was true, as the terrified Sorez had feared, that the priest, whoever this mysterious and unscrupulous person might be, had returned to the assault, there certainly was good cause to fear for the safety of the girl. A man so fanatically inspired as to be willing to commit murder for the sake of an idol must be half mad.
I have nothing to ask for myself, I took my chances and I lost. But the girl here she is innocent of even wishing for your treasure." "Why then is she here?" "I brought her here." "You could not against her will." Sorez moistened his lips and explained: "She came on another mission. She came in search of a father who has been long missing." "To this lake to this spot with the image in her lap?"
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