We stopped short, gazing about us.
"It looks like--" Harry whispered, and then exclaimed: "It is!
See, here is where we took the blocks from this seat!"
So it was. We were in the room where we had imprisoned the
Inca king and where we ourselves had been imprisoned with Desiree.
"She said her room was to the right of this," whispered Harry
excitedly. "What luck! If only--"
He left the sentence unfinished, but I understood his fear.
And with me there was even no doubt; I had little hope of finding
Desiree, and was sorry, for Harry's sake, that we had been so far
successful.
Again we sought the passage. A little farther on it was
crossed by another, running at right angles in both directions.
But to the right there was nothing but darkness, and we turned to
the left, where, some distance ahead, we could see a light
evidently proceeding from a doorway similar to the one we had just
left.
We went rapidly, but our feet made scarcely any sound on the
granite floor. Still we were incautious, and it was purely by luck
that I glanced ahead and discovered that which made me jerk Harry
violently back and flatten myself against the wall.
"What is it?" he whispered.
In silence I pointed with my finger to where two Incas stood
in the passage ahead of us, just without the patch of light from
the doorway, which they were facing. They made no movement; we
were as yet undiscovered. They were about a hundred feet away from
where we stood.
"Then she's here!" whispered Harry. "They are on guard."
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