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Updated: June 12, 2025
The raft moved without a sound, scarcely rippling the waters before it, scarcely disturbing in its wake the gaunt shadow cast by Sorez, which followed them like a pursuing spectre. He studied keenly the dumb shores which lay in a broad circumference about them. He could see every yard of the lake and saw that they themselves were the only scar upon its mirror surface.
The doctor had picked up a small vocabulary and gathered from what the dying man muttered that he, Sorez, a very much bruised and weary mortal, was being mistaken for one from heaven. A smile lighted the haggard face of the invalid and the bony hands came together in prayer. The girl bent over him and then drew back in horror.
Sorez ain't a-goin' to listen to you until ye can show him he's wrong. He ain't goneter b'lieve he's wrong until ye can show him th' treasure. Secondly, the Priest gent ain't goneter sleep till he finds out what fer we are wanderin' 'round here. Thirdly, when he does find out, it ain't goneter be comfortable, as ye might say, to be seen in this here harbor.
Small wonder that Sorez was willin' ter take chances agin the Priest if he knew of this." Wilson brushed his hand over his eyes. The name roused him. This meant getting back to Sorez getting back to him with proof of the treasure and so releasing the girl. He made his feet and stood a moment with his hand upon Stubbs' shoulder. "I'm glad, Stubbs," he answered. "Now now let's get back to her."
Moreover, Sorez suspected that the Priest had kept secret from the tribe his failure to recover the image after his long absence in pursuit of it. Not only was such a loss a reflection on his power, but it challenged the power of the Golden Man himself. Would the Sun God allow such a thing? Could the image be gone with no divine manifestations of its loss? Such questions were sure to be asked.
Within this reposed a golden image. She turned her eyes again upon her father and then without hesitation took out the idol and handed it to Sorez. "The God of Gods," she whispered, bending low her head. "But I don't want your god," protested the doctor. "You must. He says it is for you to guard." He had taken it carelessly to humor the dying man.
With every ounce of strength in him, he shouted his final command to her. "Awake! Awake!" The girl stirred uneasily. The Priest reached for his knife, not understanding. "Awake!" repeated Sorez, and his voice quivered with the intensity of his earnestness. "Awake!" The girl trembled and seemed to fight her way to consciousness as one after a deep dive struggles to the top. She gasped for breath.
Sorez knew nothing save his determination to drag the Priest to the bottom with him. "Let him go!" shouted the girl. "Let him go! He is my father! Can't you hear?" The words penetrated just as he was about to shove once more. "Your father?" "Quick! We are sinking!" He let go. The Priest sprang to his feet.
He was a sea captain, but he has not been home for years now." "Ah, Dios!" exclaimed Sorez, "I understand now why you saw so clearly." "You know my father you have seen him?" He waived her question aside impatiently. His strength was failing him again and he seemed anxious to say what he had to say before he was unable. "Listen!" he began, fighting hard to preserve his consciousness.
My name is Sorez and I know well that country which you have just seen. It is many thousand miles from here." "As far as the land of dreams," interrupted Wilson. "I think the girl has been worried enough by such nonsense." "You spoke of your father," continued Sorez, ignoring the outburst. "Has he ever visited South America?" "Many times.
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