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Then going on to describe his sensations upon awaking that morning, he completed his story by relating in detail everything he had done, and the thoughts and suspicions that had occurred to him subsequent to his discovery of his master's absence. "Yes," agreed Umu, when Arima had brought his story to a conclusion, "the whole thing seems reasonably clear, up to a certain point.
For, ever since the slaying of the monsters in the lake, it had been Escombe's habit to rise early in the morning, and, making his way to the bottom of the garden, embark on a balsa, from which, after Arima had paddled it a few hundred yards from the shore, master and man had been wont to bathe together.
He could see the window and several chairs, as well as the door into the adjoining room, but the door into the hall was out of view, at his right. While he was looking about, a man came from the next room. Doubtless it was Arima; at least Orme recognized the Japanese who had overcome him in the porter's office at the Père Marquette the night before.
The lives of his companions counted for nothing besides the papers! "Where?" repeated Arima. "I haven't them," said Orme. "You ought to know that by this time." The answer was a torturing pressure on Orme's spine. "You tell," hissed Arima. As the pressure increased Orme's suffering was so keen that his senses began to slip away.
The throat of the jiu-jitsu adept is tough, made so by patient development of neck muscles, but Orme had a strong arm, and he believed, moreover, that Arima would not have time to protect himself by stiffening his muscles before the grip was secured. The car was skimming along over the turnpike like some flying bird of night. Orme glanced back over the way they had come.
"Ah!" ejaculated Harry; "you think so? Then let the matter be arranged for to-morrow, Arima. I confess that your description of the creatures has powerfully excited my curiosity, and made me very anxious to see them." And on the morrow the young Inca's curiosity was fully gratified, and with something to spare. Oh, those monsters!
Rapidly he turned over in his mind the various courses open to him. Should he try to stun Arima with a blow, and then reach forward and take the steering-wheel before the car could swerve into the ditch? The blow might not prove effective. In that case, the chances were that Arima would involuntarily swing the car to one side.
Entering Escombe's tent, which was dimly lighted by a hanging lamp turned low, Arima noiselessly moved aside and silently, with outstretched hand, indicated to his two companions the form of the sleeping lad, who lay stretched at length upon his camp bed, breathing the long, deep breath of profound slumber.
"I didn't know any other place to put you," she said simply. "They'd have got you, if you had went to the hall Sh-h!" The panel closed and she was away. A moment later he heard her talking with Arima, who apparently had again climbed up to her window. "Thief must be here," said Arima. "He not been in hall. My friend know. We see him come in here." "I told you he wasn't here.
"I am an alien, you know; yet, as I understand it, I have been brought here to rule over you all!" "Yes, it is even so, Lord," answered Arima. "But my Lord is an alien only by an accident of birth, which must not be allowed to interfere with the fact that my Lord is in very truth the reincarnation of Manco Capac, our first Inca and the founder of the Peruvian nation."
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