THE INCA SPEAKS
Cliff, hiding in the tunnel stairway, heard the last speech and his
hands clenched. Nicky was a captive!
He could not see and dared not show himself to get nearer: he must stay
as he was and trust to Bill, masquerading as the Inca, to solve this
really unexpected problem. They had gone over everything so carefully!
There had not been a single point, possibility or chance that they had
not covered—except this one!
They had instructed Nicky: they had made their own plans. But that Nicky
should be brought to the Inca had not occurred to them.
How would Bill handle it?
If Nicky were brought in would he recognize Bill, or cause suspicion in
the soldier’s mind by his look?
And Cliff could not see! He must hide.
“You are a good soldier,” Bill spoke as nearly as he could in the tones
of the Inca. “I shall not forget your zeal. Let the servant of Chasca be
set before me.”
There was an order, a commotion, and Nicky stood before him. How had he
been captured? Then were the two older companions also captives? How
could Bill discover the facts?
“Was he alone caught?” asked Bill, as the Inca.
“Oh light of the day, yes.”
Then the others might still be safe!
“I thought to seek once more through the tunnels,” explained the
soldier. “I went with my men. Coming to the room beneath the great and
holy Temple, Corrichanca——” the place of gold, or the greatest, holiest
of the temples——“I thought there was a sound. I sought behind every
tapestry and under piles of rich golden cloth—may Raymi forgive me that
I did touch them with my poor hands!—and this Nee-kee did hide.”
Much later Nicky explained to his chums that he had crept down the stone
stairway to watch for any possible hint of the return of his friends and
then had been attracted by the gold and had been caught by the
unexpectedly quiet approach of the soldier.
Nicky knew, or suspected at least, that the figure over in the shadows
was his own friend, Bill. But he was, for once, master of his face: he
did not betray his thoughts. He kept perfectly still, standing between
two soldiers.
Cliff, in hiding, wondered what Bill could do, what he would say.
“Are soldiers now in the secret ways?” asked Bill.
“No, most powerful ray of the Sun’s light on earth,” replied the
captain. “The search was completed when I discovered this one: no other
could be found.”
“And yet,” and Bill raised his voice, determined that it must carry
information to Cliff so that he could guide his own future by what he
heard. “And yet we may find even Chasca in that tunnel unless he runs
very fast. It comes to me as a prophecy that he may be near to liberate
his servant. But if so, no doubt he will run away or disappear.”
Cliff, listening, heard that and determined that he would run very fast
and get back to his father and Mr. Whitley and tell them what had
happened, so that they would not go down to look for Nicky. But he
hesitated. Perhaps Bill had more instructions for him!
Cliff crept a little way down the corridor, to be able to catch
distinctly every word of Bill’s next speech, given in quichua.
“I must go to the dungeons. I will speak with Caya. She must be made to
tell all. I take Nee-kee with me. Soldier, guard this palace—let no one
enter here. The guards at the dungeon will help me take Caya to the
temple, Corrichanca, of the god, Raymi, where, in front of those white
ones in their dyed skins, she shall tell me the truth.”
Bill thus gave Cliff all the information he needed. Down the steps and
back to the Sun Temple sped Cliff, quite sure of his way.
He identified himself to the watchful father, Mr. Whitley also, and
explained breathlessly what had happened and what Bill had told him he
would do. They must wait, they decided.
But where was Tom. Would he get the rope? Would he be caught?
And while they debated, in the palace the Coya, or queen, entered the
audience room from another chamber. She looked around. Something strange
about the pile of wool in the corner attracted her attention. Bill had
already gone. But the queen saw the real Inca.
“Ho—guards!—hither!” she cried. “Help me! The Inca is bound beneath
these wools!”