WE SAVE A VALUABLE LIFE
That Paul was correct in his conclusion was proven the very next day.
Again the High Priestess sent for us, but asked that the blacks, Ned and
Pedro be left behind. We objected to this, declaring we must all come,
or none at all, and to our surprise she withdrew her exceptions and
commanded us all to attend her.
This time she received us in the open air, in a large area directly
beneath the overhanging cliff, which was covered with a network of
climbing vines to relieve its ruggedness and hide the protruding points
of rock. It was almost a perpendicular wall, at this place, and I saw
the mouth of a cavern that has a well worn path leading into it.
Doubtless the mountain was honeycombed with caves and recesses, some
being natural and many others artificial.
Close to the cliff stood a throne-like seat cut from a solid block of
rock. It was well lined with cushions, however, amongst which sat the
girlish High Priestess, even more charming and lovely than when we had
first seen her. The ground before the throne was strewn with rugs, upon
which sat not only many of the Virgins of the Sun, but a large gathering
of the people of Tcha, evidently culled from the most cultured and
important among them. I recognized the three aged members of the
Tribunal, who occupied a position near the Priestess, and the doddering
old High Priest, who had already fallen asleep among his cushions. But
no one, however important, was allowed a raised seat in the presence of
the Supreme Ruler of Tcha.
One of the girls who acted as Master of Ceremonies assigned us our
places. Chaka was led to the right of the throne; Paul was placed
somewhat to the left. Joe, Archie and I were seated about midway in the
audience, while the others of our party were consigned to the very rear.
I understood readily enough the meaning of this assemblage. Ama was
going to make Paul prove his statement that the Tcha was a mean and
insignificant race, and she had invited her most prominent people to
support her in the argument.
So it proved. With much dignity but in simple words she repeated the
assertion made to her the day before. Then she turned to Paul and
regarding him with steady eyes she asked:
“What nation, in the world you know so well, is more ancient than that
of the Tcha?”
He smiled, bowing low before her.
“I do not know how old the Tcha may be,” he said.
She motioned to an important looking fellow who rose and answered:
“The Tcha nation has existed seven thousand, four hundred and nineteen
years, each year being composed of three hundred and sixty five
days.”[3]
“Then,” said Allerton, readily, “I am sure you lead all nations in point
of age. But have you existed in this mountain hollow all that time?”
“No. Our race came from Atlantis four thousand and eighty-five years
ago, and established itself here and at the north. The cities erected
elsewhere were in time all destroyed. Only this branch of the Tcha,
owing to our methods of seclusion and our wise laws, exists to this
day.”
Allerton bowed in acknowledgment and turned to Ama again.
“Has any other race you know been able to harness the electric currents
of nature, and make them furnish power and light?” she demanded.
“These things are common throughout the world,” said he.
The Tcha exchanged looks of wonderment, and some shook their heads
doubtingly. Finally one arose and said:
“The records which we have preserved show that when we brought our
knowledge of electricity from Atlantis, the savage inhabitants of this
continent were wholly ignorant of it. They had even no chariots to run
by electricity. The records prove this.”
“Then,” spoke Paul, “you are entitled to precedence in this matter, as
well. Such things the world is well acquainted with to-day, and we have
many uses for electricity which you, perhaps, have never yet dreamed of;
but they have all been discovered within the last fifty years.”
This admission seemed to please the Tcha. Ama, who took a deep interest
in the discussion, said:
“Tell me, then; what electric devices are in use by your people that we
know not of?”
“By means of a wire,” he replied, “I, at one end of this valley, can
talk with a person at the other end, who will hear me distinctly,
although I do not raise my voice. Again, I can point a tube at one
standing a hundred paces away, and render him as one dead; yet he will
recover in a short space of time. Still again, I am able to—”
I sprang to my feet, crying aloud in fear and horror.
“Look out—for God’s sake!” and pointed upward.
For, gazing casually at the cliff overhead, I had seen a large rock
slowly detach itself from the wall and hang trembling just above Ama’s
throne, as it held in place only by the clinging vines above it.
Many an eye followed my direction and although I had spoken in English
they all understood the terrible danger that threatened their Priestess.
Yet not a soul moved; abject horror seemed to have paralyzed them. Ama
alone was unconscious of her impending death and stared wonderingly at
the startled faces before her.
Suddenly Paul gave a leap and bounded straight for the throne. Swift as
an arrow he flew and caught the girl in his arms. At the same time the
huge rock broke away and came hurtling to the ground. Paul saw it, and,
acting instinctively, exerted all his strength and threw the girl bodily
from him. Chaka, rushing forward, caught her just as the crash came and
the great mass—I think it must have weighed two tons—fell full upon the
throne of the High Priestess.
Trying to stifle the sob that rose in my throat I dashed to the spot,
knowing that my dear friend—I had come to be very fond of Allerton—was
buried beneath that massive fragment. His had been a noble deed, I fully
realized, but it seemed so hard to have him crushed and mangled, to have
him swept suddenly from life, for the sake of a paltry Tcha girl,
Supreme Ruler though she might be.
The people had awakened now and were clustering anxiously around their
Priestess, who lay half fainting in Chaka’s arms. The young atkayma did
not look at her; he stared straight ahead at the spot where his “brother
Paul” lay buried.
“Here! Lend a hand!” I shouted, first in English and then in Maya. Nux
and Bryonia, Ned, Pedro, Archie and Joe were all with me by that time.
The great rock had split half over the throne, and one fragment—that
which lay above Paul—rested with its edge partly supported by the arm of
the seat.
We seized it and pulled all together, trying to pry it upward. Several
of the Tchas now came to our assistance, and in desperation we tugged
again, this time succeeding in forcing the fragment backward. Then Joe
stooped down and drew Paul out, handing his bruised and bleeding form to
Nux, who held it tenderly in his strong arms as a mother might cuddle a
child.
Chaka, having resigned his burden, came to us with features drawn and
tense with agony. The poor fellow did not sob nor weep; he merely leaned
over and kissed his friend’s forehead. Then without awaiting permission
we all retired, following Nux and his burden back to our luxurious rooms
in the priests’ palace.
We laid Allerton tenderly on a couch and cut away his clothing. Bry was
a very expert surgeon, of the uneducated but intelligent sort, having
had a lot of practical experience with wounds and bruises in his day. He
now assumed command of the situation.
With his ear to the injured man’s heart the black gave a grunt of
satisfaction and then turned to take the water I had brought in a basin
to wash away the blood stains.
My own heart was thumping like a trip hammer.
“Will he live, Bry?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Can’t say Mars’ Sam,” was the reply. “But he’s alive now, shore ’nuf!”