CHAPTER X

THE CAPTAIN EXPLORES

Captain Horn had heard the story of Cheditafa, he walked away from the

rest of the party, and stood, his eyes upon the ground, still

mechanically holding his gun. He now knew that the great danger he had

feared had been a real one, and far greater than he had imagined. A

systematic attack by all the Rackbirds would have swept away his single

resistance as the waters had swept them and their camp away. As to parley

or compromise with those wretches, he knew that it would have been

useless to think of it. They allowed no one to go forth from their hands

to reveal the place of their rendezvous.

But although he was able to appreciate at its full force the danger with

which they had been threatened, his soul could not immediately adjust

itself to the new conditions. It had been pressed down so far that it

could not easily rise again. He felt that he must make himself believe in

the relief which had come to them, and, turning sharply, he called out to

Cheditafa:

"Man, since you have been in this part of the country, have you ever

seen or heard of any wild beasts here? Are there any jaguars or pumas?"

The African shook his head. "No, no," said he, "no wild beasts. Everybody

sleep out of doors. No think of beasts--no snakes."

The captain dropped his gun upon the ground. "Miss Markham!" he

exclaimed. "Mrs. Cliff! I truly believe we are out of all

danger--that we--"

But the two ladies had gone inside, and heard him not. They appreciated

to the full the danger from which they had been delivered. Ralph, too,

had gone. The captain saw him on his post of observation, jamming the end

of his flagpole down between two rocks.

"Hello!" cried the boy, seeing the captain looking up at him, "we might

as well have this flying here all the time. There is nobody to hurt us

now, and we want people to know where we are."

The captain walked by the little group of Africans, who were sitting on

the ground, talking in their native tongue, and entered the passage. He

climbed over the barrier, and went to the lake. He did not wish to talk

to anybody, but he felt that he must do something, and now was a good

time to carry out his previous intention to cross over the empty bed of

the lake and to look out of the opening on the other side. There was no

need now to do this for purposes of vigilance, but he thought that if he

could get out on the other side of the cave he might discover some clew

to the disappearance of the lake.

He had nearly crossed the lake bottom, when suddenly he stopped, gazing

at something which stood before him, and which was doubtless the object

he had struck when swimming. The sun was now high and the cave well

lighted, and with a most eager interest the captain examined the slimy

and curious object on which his feet had rested when it was submerged,

and from which he had fallen. It was not the horizontal trunk of a tree

with a branch projecting from it at right angles. It was nothing that was

natural or had grown. It was plainly the work of man. It was a machine.

At first the captain thought it was made of wood, but afterwards he

believed it to be of metal of some sort. The horizontal portion of it

was a great cylinder, so near the bottom of the lake that he could

almost touch it with his hands, and it was supported by a massive

framework. From this projected a long limb or bar, which was now almost

horizontal, but which the captain believed to be the thick rod which had

stood upright when he clutched it, and which had yielded to his weight

and had gone down with him. He knew now what it was: it was a handle

that had turned.

He hurried to the other end of the huge machine, where it rested against

the rocky wall of the cavern. There he saw in the shadow, but plain

enough now that he was near it, a circular aperture, a yard or more in

diameter. Inside of this was something which looked like a solid wheel,

very thick, and standing upright in the opening. It was a valve. The

captain stepped back and gazed for some minutes at this great machine

which the disappearance of the water had revealed. It was easy for him to

comprehend it now.

"When I slipped and sank," he said to himself, "I pulled down that lever,

and I opened the water-gate and let out the lake."

The captain was a man whose mind was perfectly capable of appreciating

novel and strange impressions, but with him such impressions always

connected themselves, in one way or another, with action: he could not

stand and wonder at the wonderful which had happened--it always suggested

something he must do. What he now wanted to do was to climb up to the

great aperture which lighted the cavern, and see what was outside. He

could not understand how the lake could have gone from its basin without

the sound of the rushing waters being heard by any one of the party.

With some difficulty, he climbed up to the cleft and got outside. Here he

had a much better view of the topography of the place than he had yet

been able to obtain. So far as he had explored, his view toward the

interior of the country had been impeded by rocks and hills. Here he had

a clear view from the mountains to the sea, and the ridge which he had

before seen to the southward he could now examine to greater advantage.

It was this long chain of rocks which had concealed them from their

enemies, and on the other side of which must be the ravine in which the

Rackbirds had made their camp.

Immediately below the captain was a little gorge, not very deep nor wide,

and from its general trend toward the east and south the captain was sure

that it formed the upper part of the ravine of the Rackbirds. At the

bottom of it there trickled a little stream. To the northeast ran another

line of low rock, which lost itself in the distance before it blended

into the mountains, and at the foot of this must run the stream which had

fed the lake.

In their search for water, game, or fellow-beings, no one had climbed

these desolate rocks, apparently dry and barren. But still the captain

was puzzled as to the way the water had gone out of the lake. He did not

believe that it had flowed through the ravine below. There were no signs

that there had been a flood down there. Little vines and plants were

growing in chinks of the rocks close to the water. And, moreover, had a

vast deluge rushed out almost beneath the opening which lighted the cave,

it must have been heard by some of the party. He concluded, therefore,

that the water had escaped through a subterranean channel below the rocks

from which he looked down.

He climbed down the sides of the gorge, and walked along its bottom for

two or three hundred yards, until around a jutting point of rock he saw

that the sides of the defile separated for a considerable distance, and

then, coming together again below, formed a sort of amphitheatre. The

bottom of this was a considerable distance below him, and he did not

descend into it, but he saw plainly that it had recently contained water,

for pools and puddles were to be seen everywhere.

At the other end of it, where the rocks again approached each other, was

probably a precipice. After a few minutes' cogitation, Captain Horn felt

sure that he understood the whole matter: a subway from the lake led to

this amphitheatre, and thus there had been no audible rush of the waters

until they reached this point, where they poured in and filled this great

basin, the lower end of which was probably stopped up by accumulations of

sand and deposits, which even in that country of scant vegetation had

accumulated in the course of years. When the waters of the lake had

rushed into the amphitheatre, this natural dam had held them for a while,

but then, giving way before the great pressure, the whole body of water

had suddenly rushed down the ravine to the sea.

"Yes," said the captain, "now I understand how it happened that although

I opened the valve at noon, the water did not reach the Rackbirds until

some hours later, and then it came suddenly and all at once, which would

not have been the case had it flowed steadily from the beginning through

the outlet made for it."

When the captain had returned and reported his discoveries, and he and

his party had finished their noonday meal, which they ate outside on the

plateau, with the fire burning and six servants to wait on them, Mrs.

Cliff said:

"And now, captain, what are we going to do? Now that our danger is past,

I suppose the best thing for us is to stay here in quiet and

thankfulness, and wait for Mr. Rynders. But, with the provisions we have,

we can't wait very long. When there were but five of us, we might have

made the food hold out for a day or two longer, but now that we are ten,

we shall soon be without anything to eat."

"I have been talking to Maka about that," said the captain, "and he says

that Cheditafa reports all sorts of necessary things in the Rackbirds'

storehouse, and he proposes that he and the rest of the black fellows go

down there and bring us some supplies. They are used to carrying these

stores, and six of them can bring us enough to last a good while. Now

that everything is safe over there, I can see that Maka is very anxious

to go, and, in fact, I would like to go myself. But although there

doesn't seem to be any danger at present, I do not want to leave you."

"As for me," said Miss Markham, "I want to go there. There is nothing I

like better than exploring."

"That's to my taste, too," said the captain, "but it will be better for

us to wait here and see what Maka has to say when he gets back. Perhaps,

if Mr. Rynders doesn't turn up pretty soon, we will all make a trip down

there. Where is Ralph? I don't want him to go with the men."

"He is up there on his lookout, as he calls it," said his sister, "with

his spy-glass."

"Very good," said the captain. "I will send the men off immediately. Maka

wants to go now, and they can come back by the light of the young moon.

When they have loads to carry, they like to travel at night. We shall

have to get our own supper, and that will give Ralph something to do."

The party of Africans had not gone half-way from the plateau to the beach

before they were discovered by the boy on the outlook rock, and he came

rushing down to report that the darkies were running away. When he was

told the business on which they had gone, he was very much disappointed

that he was not allowed to go with them, and, considerably out of temper,

retired to his post of observation, where, as it appeared, he was

dividing his time between the discovery of distant specks on the horizon

line of the ocean and imaginary jaguars and pumas on the foot-hills.

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