"Certainly not," cried the doctor. "We must explore this place. But it
looks so fresh that most likely we shall find a tribe of Indians living
here still."
"Nay," said Griggs, shaking his head as his keen eyes wandered from
place to place along the vast opening. "Indians who lived here must
have had horses for going about, and there isn't a sign of one anywhere.
Besides, if there had been any Indians we should have had some of them
showing. The fighting men might be away, but there'd be their wives and
papooses skulking here and there."
"Yes; a city of the dead," said the doctor, sweeping the sides of the
amphitheatre with his glass. "Not a sign of life but some marmot-like
animals yonder. And, as far as I know, there are no Indians who build
or carve out such houses as these living now, except the puebla Indians.
Well, this is a discovery indeed. We are bound to find some
interesting relics here if other travellers have not been beforehand
with us."
"Then we shall camp here for a day or two, father?" cried Chris eagerly.
"Let's ride on to the end, and see if there's a way out yonder."
"Yes, it will be as well," said the doctor, "and at the same time we can
select our camp. But the first thing is to find water."
"If there is none we must go back to that torrent where the gold was
found."
"And make some excursions here," said Wilton.
"Must be water somewhere here, sir," said Griggs uneasily. "There must
have been a strong tribe living here at some time--hundreds of 'em,
perhaps--and they couldn't live without drinking."
There was a desolate look about the newly-discovered city, but the
bottom between the vast walls was every here and there verdant with
grass and shrub, while the walls themselves were dotted with the growth
of ages. Bushes were everywhere, while in every crack and cleft, trees
had taken root, some being of a pendent growth spreading graceful boughs
which waved in the soft wind that from time to time swept through the
great depression.
"Let's leave the mules to browse here," said the doctor; "there's enough
of this short bush to keep them together while we ride on and explore,
for I think we may make sure that we have the place to ourselves."
"I won't say yes to that yet, sir," said Griggs dryly; "not till we've
had a good look round. And first thing I've got to say is, 'Ware
snakes."
"What!" cried the boys, in a breath.
"'Ware snakes, as aforesaid, neighbours," repeated the American. "You
may depend upon it some of those gentlemen came creeping or tumbling
down from the flats above, found the premises convenient, and are living
with large families up in some of these houses."
These words had a strange effect upon the listeners. It was as if all
the interest in the place had been crashed out; all desire to explore
the wonders of this old city of the past had died away on the instant.
As for the boys, their adventures in the desert came back, and clearly
standing out were the creeping and writhing poisonous reptiles whose
stroke meant a horrible death, lurking ready for them wherever they
turned: and a shudder ran through them as if they had just been swept by
some icy wind.
Then the doctor spoke.
"That's a horrible notion of yours, Griggs," he said; "but, after all,
it is only a guess: there may not be a reptile here."
"So much the better for us, sir," cried the American cheerily; "but all
the same I say it once more--'Ware snakes."
"Yes: you all have a shot-cartridge ready?" said the doctor.
"Yes," came back--one word, and everybody unslung his double piece.
"The mules," said the doctor then--"we must not have them bitten."
"They'll be pretty safe where they are grazing," said Griggs coolly.
"Rattlesnakes don't care for places like that. It's in the stony sandy
bits where they can get the full heat of the sun that there is most
risk."
"Yes," said the doctor thoughtfully; "perhaps we might leave them as
they are."
"And pick our way slowly and carefully, doctor. Shall I go first?"
"I don't like setting you always where there is most danger," replied
the doctor.
"None for me here," replied Griggs. "It's my poor mustang who has to
run the risk; but I'll try and save him all I can."
"How?"
"Well, I've a sort of idea that I can manage it this way," replied the
American, re-slinging his rifle and taking out his strong keen-edged
hunting-knife, after dismounting and throwing his rein upon the ground
over his pony's head. The sturdy little creature stood gazing at it, as
if full of the belief that the rein held it fast to a peg driven firmly
into the ground, and never attempting to move, while its master stepped
to a clump of young fir-trees, selecting a sapling about a dozen feet
high and cutting it off close to the ground.
This done, he proceeded quickly to lop off all the horizontal branches
close to the stem, clearing them quickly away all but the thick top,
where he left a tuft, and on finishing, had provided himself with a
rough lance whose green brush-like top furnished him with the weapon of
offence and defence with which he intended to protect his pony.
"What are you going to do?" asked Chris, who had been watching him
intently.
"You come next, and see," was the reply. "Now, gentlemen, I'll lead;
please follow in single file."
Griggs sent his pony forward at a walk towards the far end of the
amphitheatre, holding the fir-pole well-balanced and low-down in front,
while, rising in his stirrups, he bent forward, lancer-like, keeping his
eyes fixed upon the ground before him, over which he guided his mount.
In this way he advanced, still keeping at a walk, avoiding every
dangerous-looking spot, keeping to the open, and wherever there was the
possibility of a lurking enemy being at hand the tuft at the point of
the pole was lowered to the ground and used as a beater to drive out any
reptile that might be there.
At the commencement the mustang seemed disposed to start and shy, but a
few soothing words calmed it, and as if divining the object in view, it
stepped out finally, only uttering a snort or two when the green head of
the spear was rustled about, the snorts sounding as if given to help
scare any danger away.
"Don't seem to be any, Griggs," said Chris.
"Not yet, my lad," was the reply. "You see, I'm picking out the least
likely bits; but one never knows."
"There goes one," shouted Chris the next moment, and he raised his piece
to his shoulder.
"Don't fire; he's got well into cover," cried Griggs. "It was a snake,
but I don't think it was a rattler, for he didn't talk with his tail."
"No; I didn't hear him rattle. Why did you tell me not to fire?"
"Because you wouldn't have hit the brute, only wasted a cartridge."
There had been no check, and they rode slowly on and on till the end of
the depression had been reached, Griggs's plan resulting in starting off
altogether five dangerous-looking serpents from the spots where they lay
ready to scuttle in amongst the growth at the first movement of the
extemporised weapon--the last of the fleeing reptiles proving its
dangerous nature as it hurried away by giving off a harsh, dull,
rattling sound with its quivering tail.
A careful examination was made to the left without effect, and another
to the right, but everywhere they were faced by the precipitous wall of
cliff, carved-out and terraced, and here and there offering facilities
for climbing up more or less high, the stones from above having fallen
from the weakening and decay of time till a glacis-like slope had been
formed; but after the reptiles that had been started in the less likely
places, there was no present temptation for ascending the stony slopes,
bathed in the hot sunshine and looking thoroughly suited for the home of
the dangerous creatures.
This exploration of the lower part of the amphitheatre, ravine, or
depression tempted farther search, the party riding on, and after
examining cautiously the sides, visiting the upper portion near the
zigzag gorge by which they had entered; but only to find that there was
no other means of access to the city unless by a descent from the
tableland in which the place seemed to be formed.
"And snakes seem to be the only inhabitants," said Chris to his
companion. "Why, Griggs, we can't stop here."
"Not unless we can find water," said the American.
"And not even then," replied the boy, "with the risk of getting bitten."
"If there are no more than we started we're not going to give up for
that," said Griggs coolly. "Why, they're quite scarce."
"But we haven't been upward on those terraces. They may be swarming
there," cried Chris.
"Yes, and there may be none. We don't want to go up there to-day. What
we want is water. Now, where is it?"
"Nowhere, seemingly."
"Oh, that notion won't do," said the American. "Here, it is plain
enough that once upon a time this was a big place with no end of people
living in it."
"Yes; so my father thought."
"Very well, then; I dare say it was just such a dry, hot place as it is
now, and they must have had water close at hand, or they wouldn't have
settled here."
"They got it out of the gully through which we came."
"No, that won't do," cried Griggs. "This was the old people's
stronghold, where they could be safe and set all their enemies at
defiance. Everything points to that. Don't it?"
"I think so," said Chris grudgingly.
"Well, then, it isn't likely that they would depend on a fall of water
from which the first enemies who attacked them could cut them off and
leave them to die of thirst."
"I never thought of that," said Chris, as, separated now from the rest,
they allowed their ponies to pace slowly on, nibbling off such juicy
shoots as came in their way.
"It isn't likely," said Griggs. "There must be water somewhere--a fine
fall that comes down from the plain up above, or they wouldn't have
chosen this spot."
"Perhaps there used to be one, and it has dried-up."
"Nay; the place is too green. Water must come on the high ground
somewhere and find its way into this great hollow. Anyhow, it's out of
sight, so it's underneath somewhere."
"Then we shan't find it."
"I don't know about that, my lad," replied the American, with a little
laugh. "There's other senses besides seeing."
"Yes, smelling," said Chris, with a smile; "but we can't find it that
way."
"Don't you be in too great a hurry, my lad. We're going to have another
good hunt round at the bottom of these great cliffs, and if that comes
to nothing we might try smelling."
"Ah! Nothing but a dog would be any use there."
"In a hurry again, boy. I'd back something else to find water before a
dog."
"A fish on dry land?"
"Tchah! No. What was it found the lake for us the other day?"
"The mule," cried Chris.
"Got it again," said Griggs, laughing. "I don't say he would, but I
shouldn't at all wonder, if we brought old Skeeter round, as like as not
he'd smell out the place."
"Buried under some of these great stone slides that have come down?"
"To be sure, my lad. Now, that's a likely place."
Griggs pointed to a huge gap in the cliff away to their right where the
carved-out openings running along behind a rough terrace a hundred feet
up the vast wall suddenly ceased as if broken off, and commenced again
at about the same height on the other side of the gap.
"Let's go and look, then," said Chris; "but it doesn't seem very likely,
for it's all one bank of piled-up stones."
"That have run down from up yonder like those avalanches we read about.
Mind how you come, for it's a snaky-looking bit. Go on, old chap; I'll
sweep the way for you with my fir-pole."
Chris felt a creepy sensation at the allusion to snakes, and his eyes
looked very wide open as he followed close behind his companion, whose
pony picked its steps with the greatest caution, the way growing more
and more encumbered with stones as they neared the slope which filled up
the gap.
"It looks as if there had been an earthquake. What a roar there must
have been when these stones came tumbling down!"
"More likely that water had been coming down in a regular stream for
hundreds and hundreds of years till all the earth and small stones had
been washed away and made a great hollow underneath which held up the
cliff as long as it could, and then gave way all at once."
"You're talking as if a torrent ran down from the top of the cliff
yonder."
"Jusso," said Griggs.
"Then where did it go to?" said Chris.
"That's what we've got to find out. Got a hole of its own underground,
perhaps, and dives down, to come up again miles away, perhaps, and--
Water it is!"
"Where?" cried Chris excitedly, and he threw up his head, his nostrils
expanded, and he sniffed loudly.
Griggs threw up his head too, but he did not open his nostrils and sniff
loudly. He only laughed.
"More ways of killing a cat than hanging it," he cried merrily. "Other
ways besides seeing and smelling. Hark!"
They had pushed their way in among the outer blocks that had bounded
farthest, and their ponies had halted at the bottom of the slope because
they could go no farther without attempting to climb.
"Hark? What to--what at? I can't hear anything. Yes, I can," cried
the boy excitedly. "It's a singing, gurgling noise. Why, Griggs,
you're right. There's water running down below here."
"Well done, hearing!" cried Griggs. "I'll be bound to say there's a big
natural tunnel down below here. One minute. Let's try a bit more to
the right."
They dismounted, and Griggs led the way, brushing the rocks about with
his pole as he climbed up and up, listening the while, for about sixty
or seventy yards, and then he stopped short, picked up a stone about as
big as his head, and pitched it away forward.
There was silence for a few moments, and then, just as Chris climbed up
alongside and found himself on the edge of a deep chasm going down into
gloom, he heard a hollow, echoing splash.
"Sounds like water," said Griggs coolly, "and plenty of it."
"Yes," cried Chris, as he listened. "Why, I heard that dull, rumbling
sound before," he continued, as he bent over, "but it seemed to come
from high up in the cliffs, and I thought it was the wind."
"So did I," said Griggs. "I suppose the sound comes up and strikes
against the rock-face, to be reflected off to where we could hear it
down below."
"Would it be?"
"To be sure, my lad. Sound's just like light in that. It strikes
against anything and goes off, they say, at the same angle, and then
perhaps it's only in one position that you can see it. Same here:
there's one part down below where we can catch this rumbling, hissing
echo."
"But you don't call that finding water? What a horrible place! How are
we to get at it?"
"Oh, easily enough," said Griggs coolly. "You'll have to go down with
all the bottles and fill them."
"What! Down there?"
"Yes. Shouldn't you like the job?"
"Of course not."
"Well, then, I must," said Griggs, laughing.
"No, that wouldn't be fair."
"Never mind; we'll argue that out afterwards," said Griggs merrily.
"Anyhow, we've found what we wanted."
Clapping his hands to the sides of his mouth, he shouted "Water!" and
the rest of the party began to move towards them, delighted with the
news.
"Any snakes about?" cried the doctor, as they reached the foot of the
slope.
"Haven't seen any up here," was the reply; and the party climbed up to
stand at the edge of the great pit-like place, gazing down and listening
to the hollow, echoing roar of what was evidently a large body of water.
"Well done!" cried the doctor. "Why, there must be quite a tunnel below
here."
"I think not, sir; it's only a narrow path in the side of the place,
partly filled up with the big stones fallen from above; but there's
evidently a great well-like place going right down ever so deep to flow
underground."
"But how are we to get at the water now we have found it?" said Wilton.
"I for one am not going down there."
"It ought to be some one light and active, not a big, strong man," said
Griggs dryly. "P'r'aps Mr Ned here wouldn't mind."
Ned's face underwent such a change, becoming contracted in so absurd a
manner, that Chris burst into a roar of laughter and began to stamp
about.
"Oh yes, it's very funny," cried Ned, in an ill-used tone. "Perhaps
Chris would like the job."
"Not I," cried the boy. "Nobody could go down there."
"I'm afraid not," said the doctor, peering down and listening to the
deep, hollow roar. "Then we've had all our trouble for nothing."
"Oh no, sir," said Griggs; "the hole doesn't go straight down. We're
all thirsty, and it would be a long job to go all the way back to that
fall. We'd better give the animals what we have in the tubs, and I'll
go down with one and fill it again."
"No, no; we must go back."
"Before we've explored this place, sir? Why, as likely as not we shall
find it is another gold city when we come to search. I'll go down."
"It is too risky, man. Suppose you slipped?"
"Ah, that would be awkward; and you'd have to go miles away to look for
the hole where I came out," said Griggs, laughing; "but I'm not going to
run any risks of that sort. I've too much liking for old Griggs, as
young Chris here calls me. Oh, it's easy enough, sir. I'll take down
one of the barrels with some of the lariats knotted together and one end
made fast round my chest. Then if I slip you can haul me up."
"I hardly like letting you go," said the doctor, speaking dubiously.
"It'll be easy enough," said the American coolly. "I'll do it."
They went back to where the mules were grazing, distributed the contents
of one barrel amongst them, and then brought the empty vessel up to the
edge of the gap, where Griggs set busily to work knotting the hide-ropes
they had with them tightly together, after which a bundle of dry
pine-boughs was lit, after being bound together with a bit of chain
attached to the end of the lariats.
The wood was soon blazing brightly, and it was then lowered down, to
keep on touching at the side of what proved to be a sharp slope, but
only to be shaken clear again and go on lighting up the sloping,
cave-like place, till as the watchers peered down they suddenly caught
sight of the reflection of the ruddy, smoky light, and upon the blazing
faggot descending another few feet after lodging once more, they could
see the rushing water tearing along, to pass right beneath where the
observers stood.
By this time the faggot was burning rapidly away, and fiery brands began
to drop, to fall with a hiss into the underground torrent, some to
become extinct on the moment, while others glided out of sight on the
surface, giving a good idea of the extent of the place.
"There," said Griggs coolly, "it's all right, you see, sir. We'll have
two ropes, one for the barrels and one for a life-line. I shall take
one of the lanthorns down with me. Say, young Chris, I hope we shan't
have made the water taste of burnt wood and turpentine."
"There's no fear of that," said the doctor; "all that water will be far
away before you reach the surface. Are you making those knots sure?"
"You may trust me, sir," said Griggs, coolly enough. "Why, what a fuss
we're making about going twenty feet down at the end of a rope. I
believe I could creep down those stones easy enough without. May as
well have a line round me, though, I suppose."
"You'll not go down without," said the doctor decisively.
The preparations did not take long, "only long enough to make us more
thirsty," Griggs said; and then of the two lines made ready, one was
attached to the barrel carefully and well, the other made fast about the
American's chest.
"I don't like for him to go down," said Chris, aside, to his companion.
"I don't either," replied Ned.
"It seems so unfair when I'm so much lighter," continued Chris
excitedly, "and as if I ought to go." Then on the impulse of the
moment, "Here, father, I'll go down instead."
"Shame!" cried Griggs merrily. "Do you want to rob a poor fellow of
having the first drink? No, thank you; this is my job, and I won't give
it up to any one. Now then, we're all ready, I think."
"What about the lanthorn?" cried Bourne.
"I won't have it, thank you, sir," said Griggs. "It'll only be in the
way, and I shan't want it. Looks dark down there, but it'll be light
enough when I get below for all that I've got to do."
"But it looks horribly dark," whispered Chris, who stood close to
Griggs.
"Yes, from here, because you are looking into a dark hole. When I am
down there I shall be able to look up here at the sunshine."
"Light the lanthorn, boys, and tie it to the end of a couple of the
ropes. We have plenty, have we not?"
"Oh yes, plenty," said Wilton, and in a very short time the light was
ready in case of an emergency.
"Now then," said Griggs; "I dare say I shall be able to climb up again
after I have done, but if I can't I suppose two will be strong enough to
haul me up."
"We can have three if necessary," said Bourne excitedly, for he looked
the most nervous of any one present.
"Lower down the barrel, then, my lads. You can do that," said Griggs.
"Just let it touch the water. You'll know when it does, for there will
be a tug to sweep it away; but don't let it go. Haul it up a few feet
then, and be ready to lower it again when I shout."
"Yes," was the reply, in a husky whisper, and directly after the barrel
was following the course previously taken by the burning faggot, but
without catching, its shape allowing it to pass down the steep slope,
till the expected jerk was given as it kissed the water, when it was
snatched back out of the current's reach.
"That's all right, then," said Griggs cheerily. "Now, look here, I
shall want you to lower it again so that I can press the bung-hole under
water. Most likely I shall have to do this with my foot, because my
hands will be wanted for holding on. You understand?"
"Oh yes, we see," cried Chris.
"Then down I go," said Griggs.
"Stop!" cried the doctor, and his companions drew a deep breath which
sounded as if they were greatly relieved.
"What's the matter? Knots loose?"
"No, but I don't see that it is necessary for you to go down. We'll let
the barrel go into the water, and it will fill itself."
"Not it," said Griggs. "It will only be battered to pieces against the
rocks there."
"I don't know," said the doctor. "We'll try. I don't think we ought to
let you go down save as a last resource."
"Very well, then," cried Griggs. "Suppose you try."
The doctor had already joined the boys at the rope and helped to lower
the barrel down to the surface once again, to be, as it were, literally
seized by the current; and as those above held on there was a strange,
hollow, echoing noise as it was banged from side to side for a minute or
two, before Griggs cried--
"That'll do. If there's much more of that all the hoops will be torn
off. Haul up a bit. You see I must go, sir."
The barrel was raised a little once more, and as soon as this was done
Griggs turned to Wilton and Bourne, who held the rope fastened about his
breast.
"Ready?" he said.
"Yes," was the reply.
"Keep it just tight enough to feel me, but not enough to hinder me as I
get down from stone to stone. I don't mean to if I can help it, but be
prepared for a slip."
The next minute they could see their companion descending from block to
block, his form growing fainter each few seconds, during which he made
no strain upon the rope, which was steadily drawn through the holders'
hands, the doctor having stepped behind the others to form a third,
while Chris and Ned lay down upon their chests so as to watch the brave
fellow's descent.
"All easy going," said Griggs, his voice coming up out of the gloom, and
sounding hollow and strange.
The rope glided down, and a strange, harsh, rasping sound was made as
the adventurer lowered himself from stone to stone till he must have
been half-way down, when all at once there was a violent tug at the
rope, a crash as of something giving way, and directly after a deep,
echoing roar as of a heavy body plunging into deep water far below.