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And Maku, who had controlled himself while Orme was following him through the streets of the North Side, no longer had a diplomatic reason for restraining his rage against the man who had struck him down. In any event, the eyes of Arima and Maku glittered angrily, and Orme realized that he could expect no mercy.
At last, with a little gesture of authority, he put on his hat and walked out. The door closed after him with a slam. Arima, now alone, seated himself in a chair and appeared to meditate. Again his hands were clasped about his knees and his beady eyes fixed on space. For fully fifteen minutes he sat thus; then, with a little clucking sound, he leaped to his feet and hurried into the next room.
And presently, when she came again, her face radiant, and said softly, "You have done a great thing, my dear" when she said that, he could only look and look and thank Heaven for his blessedness. "Where were the papers when you fooled me into leaving you?" she asked. "Arima had them. It's quite a story, Girl, dear."
He was only just ready in the nick of time, for as Arima was completing the adjustment of the imperial borla upon the young monarch's temples, the lord high chamberlain appeared with the intimation that the guests were all assembled, and that nothing now was needed, save the Inca's presence, to enable the banquet to be begun.
"And you also see that hill between them and us the one, I mean, with the cloud shadow resting upon it which causes it to tell up dark against the sunlit mountain slopes beyond?" "Certainly," again assented Harry. "It is a few miles on the other side of that hill that we shall find the spot of which Mama Cachama spoke," explained Arima.
What was the use of being an Inca if he could not manage a simple little thing like that? To summon Arima and enquire of that trusty henchman whether, in the hurry of departure from the survey camp, he had remembered to pack up and bring away his master's writing desk was naturally the next thing in order.
Arima seemed to be as completely convinced as any of the others that Harry was the person foreordained to restore the ancient Peruvian nation to its former power and splendour, and Escombe knew enough of the fellow's character to feel certain that he would not permit personal feeling to interfere with so glorious a consummation.
"A swim, Lord, in the deep water of the lake?" ejaculated Arima in horror-stricken accents. "Nay, that is impossible." "Impossible!" repeated Harry. "And why, pray?" "Because of the monsters, Lord," answered Arima. "Were we to venture to plunge into the lake we should almost certainly be devoured." "Indeed!" answered Harry. "So there are monsters in the lake, are there? I was not aware of that.
Then, on the night of 23rd February, all the Russian ships being inside Port Arthur, Togo sent in five steamers, under Commander Arima, whose instructions were that they were to be sunk across the harbour entrance, in such positions as would effectually block the passage.
On the day in question, the survey party being then encamped on the shore of Lake Chinchaycocha, as soon as he had squared up his week's work, and snatched a hasty luncheon, the young Englishman brought forth his fishing tackle, and, getting aboard a balsa, or light raft, which Arima had constructed for him, proceeded to paddle some distance out from the shore to a spot which he had already ascertained afforded him a fair prospect of sport.
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