“Hurrah!” cried Ralph. “Why, captain, you are like Columbus! You have discovered a new hemisphere.”
“It is like one of the great ant-hills of Africa,” said Mrs. Cliff, “but, of course, this was not built by ants I wonder if it is possible that it can be the abode of water-snakes.”
Edna stood silent for a few moments, and then she said, “Captain, do you suppose that this dome was entirely covered by water when the lake was full?”
“I think so,” said he. “Judging from what I know of the depth of the lake, I am almost sure of it.”
“Ralph!” suddenly cried Mrs. Cliff, “don’t try to do that. The thing may break under you, and nobody knows what you would fall into. Come down.”
But Ralph paid no attention to her words. He was half-way up the side of the mound when she began to speak, and on its top when she had finished.
“Captain,” he cried, “hand me up the lantern. I want to see if there is a trap-door into this affair. Don’t be afraid, Mrs. Cliff. It’s as solid as a rock.”
The captain did not hand up the lantern, but holding it carefully in one hand, he ascended the dome by means of the row of protuberances on the other side, and crouched down beside Ralph on the top of it.
“Oh, ho!” said he, as he moved the lantern this way and that, “here is a square slab fitted into the very top.”
“Yes,” said Ralph, “and it’s got different mortar around the edges.”
“That is not mortar,” said the captain. “I believe it is some sort of resin. Here, hold the lantern, and be careful of it.” The captain took his jack — knife out of his pocket, and with the large blade began to dig into the substance which filled the joint around the slab, which was about eighteen inches square. “It is resin,” said he, “or something like it, and it comes out very easily. This slab is intended to be moved.”
“Indeed it is!” exclaimed Ralph, “and we’re intended to move it. Here, captain, I’ll help you. I’ve got a knife. Let’s dig out that stuff and lift up the lid before the darkies come back. If we find any dead bodies inside this tomb, they will frighten those fellows to death, if they catch sight of them.”
“Very good,” said the captain. “I shall be only too glad to get this slab up, if I can, but I am afraid we shall want a crowbar and more help. It’s a heavy piece of stone, and I see no way of getting at it.”
“This isn’t stone in the middle of the slab,” said Ralph. “It’s a lot more resinous stuff. I had the lantern over it and did not see it. Let’s take it out.”
There was a circular space in the centre of the stone, about eight inches in diameter, which seemed to be covered with resin. After a few minutes’ work with the jack-knives this substance was loosened and came out in two parts, showing a bowl-like depression in the slab, which had been so cut as to leave a little bar running from side to side of it.
“A handle!” cried Ralph.
“That is what it is,” said Captain Horn. “If it is intended to be lifted, I ought to be able to do it. Move down a little with the lantern, and give me room.”
The captain now stood on the top of the mound, with the slab between his feet, and stooping down, he took hold of the handle with both hands. He was a powerful man, but he could not lift the stone. His first effort, however, loosened it, and then he began to move it from side to side, still pulling upward, until at last he could feel it rising. Then, with a great heave, he lifted it entirely out of the square aperture in which it had been fitted, and set it on one side.
In an instant, Ralph, lantern in hand, was gazing down into the opening. “Hello!” he cried, “there is something on fire in there. Oh, no,” he added quickly, correcting himself, “it’s only the reflection from our light.”
CHAPTER XII. A TRADITION AND A WAISTCOAT
Captain Horn, his face red with exertion and excitement, stood gazing down into the square aperture at his feet. On the other edge of the opening knelt Ralph, holding the lantern so that it would throw its light into the hole. In a moment, before the boy had time to form a question, he was pushed gently to one side, and his sister Edna, who had clambered up the side of the mound, knelt beside him. She peered down into the depths beneath, and then she drew back and looked up at the captain. His whole soul was in his downward gaze, and he did not even see her.
Then there came a voice from below. “What is it?” cried Mrs. Cliff. “What are you all looking at! Do tell me.”
With half-shut eyes, Edna let herself down the side of the mound, and when her feet touched the ground, she made a few tottering steps toward Mrs. Cliff, and placing her two hands on her companion’s shoulders, she whispered, “I thought it was. It is gold! It is the gold of the Incas.” And then she sank senseless at the feet of the older woman.
Mrs. Cliff did not know that Miss Markham had fainted. She simply stood still and exclaimed, “Gold! What does it mean?”
“What is it all about?” exclaimed Ralph. “It looks like petrified honey.
This never could have been a beehive.”
Without answering, Captain Horn knelt at the edge of the aperture, and taking the lantern from the boy, he let it down as far as it would go, which was only a foot or two.
“Ralph,” he said hoarsely, as he drew himself back, “hold this lantern and get down out of my way. I must cover this up, quick.” And seizing the stone slab by the handle, he lifted it as if it had been a pot-lid, and let it down into its place. “Now,” said he, “get down, and let us all go away from this place. Those negroes may be back at any moment.”
When Ralph found that his sister had fainted, and that Mrs. Cliff did not know it, there was a little commotion at the foot of the mound. But some water in a pool near by soon revived Edna, and in ten minutes the party was on the plateau outside the caverns. The new moon was just beginning to peep over the rocks behind them, and the two ladies had seated themselves on the ground. Ralph was pouring out question after question, to which nobody paid any attention, and Captain Horn, his hands thrust into his pockets, walked backward and forward, his face flushed and his breath coming heavily, and, with his eyes upon the ground, he seemed to think himself entirely alone among those desolate crags.
“Can any of you tell me what it means?” cried Mrs. Cliff. “Edna, do you understand it? Tell me quickly, some of you!”
“I believe I know what it means,” said Edna, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I thought I knew as soon as I heard of the mound covered up by the lake, but I did not dare to say anything, because if my opinion should be correct it would be so wonderful, so astounding, my mind could hardly take hold of it.”
“But what is it?” cried Mrs. Cliff and Ralph, almost in one breath.
“I scarcely know what to say,” said Edna, “my mind is in such a whirl about it, but I will tell you something of what I have read of the ancient history of Peru, and then you will understand my fancies about this stone mound. When the Spaniards, under Pizarro, came to this country, their main object, as we all know, was booty. They especially wished to get hold of the wonderful treasures of the Incas, the ancient rulers of Peru. This was the reason of almost all the cruelties and wickedness of the invaders. The Incas tried various ways of preserving their treasures from the clutch of the Spaniards, and I have read of a tradition that they drained a lake, probably near Cuzco, the ancient capital, and made a strong cellar, or mound, at the bottom of it in which to hide their gold. They then let the water in again, and the tradition also says that this mound has never been discovered.”
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