Real Gold Part 13

"I tell you, they don't mean anything," cried Perry.

"Then why does my one, as soon as he knows he has frightened me, begin to show his teeth, and laugh and wriggle his ears about, as if he were enjoying himself right down to the roots. I don't believe these mules are any good, Master Perry, that I don't, and as aforesaid, I always feel as if I'd rather walk."

Further conversation was put an end to by the return of the colonel, and soon after, leaving the Indians crouching near the fire, which they seemed reluctant to leave, the English party sought the corner which had been selected for their sleeping-place, rolled themselves in their blankets, and with valises for pillows, and their stores piled up for a shelter from the wind, they were not long in dropping off to sleep.

Perry's was sound enough at first, but after a time he began to dream and go through the troubles connected with crossing the swinging bridge again. He found himself half-way across, and then he could go no farther in spite of all his efforts, till, just as the condor was about to take advantage of his helplessness, and descend to fix its talons in the sides of his head and pick out his eyes, the Indian made a s.n.a.t.c.h at him, and dragged him across for him to awake with a start.

It was all so real that his brow was wet with perspiration, but he settled what was the cause, and changed his position peevishly.

"That comes of eating charqui late at night, and then lying on one's back," he muttered, and dropped off to sleep again directly.

But only to begin dreaming again of the condor, which was floating overhead, spreading its wings quite thirty feet now; and there was the scene of the day repeated with exaggerations. For the Indian guide bent an immense bow, and sent an arrow as big as a spear whizzing through the air, to strike the huge bird, which swooped down close by, and looked at him reproachfully, as it said in a whisper: "I only came to bring back your knife."

Perry lay bound in the fetters of sleep, but all the same, his ears seemed to be open to outer impressions, for the words were repeated close to him, and he started up on to his elbow.

"Who's there? who spoke?" said a low firm voice close to him. "That you, Perry?"

"Yes, father," replied the boy, as he heard the ominous _click-click_ of the double gun that lay by the colonel's side.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing, father. I just woke up and fancied I heard some one speak."

"There was a whisper, and some one brushed against me just before. Did you move from your place?"

"No, father," said Perry, feeling startled now.

"Manning!"

"Sir!"

"Have you been moving?"

"No, sir; fast asleep till you woke me, talking."

"Then some one has been visiting us," whispered the colonel. "Hah!

what's that?"

"Something rustling along yonder, sir."

_Bang! bang_! Both barrels were discharged with a noise which seemed to have awakened all the sleeping echoes of the mountains around their camp.

Then, as the colonel hastily reloaded his piece, Perry and John Manning sprang up, each seizing his gun, and waited.

"I missed him; but, whoever it is, he won't come prowling about again.

Follow me quickly. Stoop."

Bending down, they hurried across the few yards which intervened between them and the smouldering ashes of the fire, which, fanned now and then by the breeze sweeping along the valley, gave forth a faint phosph.o.r.escent-looking light, by which they could just make out the figures of the three Indians standing with their bows and arrows ready, as if about to shoot.

"Which of you came over to us?" said the colonel in Spanish; but there was no reply, and the speaker stamped his foot in anger. "What folly,"

he cried, "not to be able to communicate with one's guide!"

"Could it have been some one from the valley lower down?" whispered Perry, who then felt a curious startled sensation, for he recalled perfectly the words he had heard while asleep, or nearly so: "I only came to bring back your knife."

"Then it must have been the little Indian, and he could speak English after all."

Accusatory words rose to Perry's lips, but he did not speak them. A strange reluctance came over him, and he shrank from getting the poor fellow into trouble, knowing, as he did, that his father would be very severe on the intruder upon their little camp. For it was a fact that the little Indian had crept up to where they slept and spoken to him.

The excitement had prevented him from noticing it before, but he held in his hand the proof of the visit, tightly, nervously clutched: the knife was in his left hand, just as it had been thrust there while he slept.

"Attend here," said the colonel. Then very sternly: "You cannot understand my words, perhaps, but you know what I mean by my actions.

One of you came for some dishonest purpose to where we lay sleeping, and I wonder I did not hit whoever it was as he ran.--Give me your hand, sir," he cried; and he seized and held Diego's right hand for a few moments.

Then dropping it, he held out his hand to the other Indian, who eagerly placed his in the colonel's palm.

"An outside enemy, I'm afraid," muttered the colonel; "they are both perfectly calm.--Now you, sir," he continued, turning to the last comer, who hesitated for a moment, and then held out his hand.

This was all in the dim starlight, the figures of the men being made plainer from time to time by the faint glow from the fire; but their faces were quite in the shade as the colonel took the last comer's hand and grasped it tightly, while Perry's heart began to beat, for he felt that the discovery was coming; and hence he was not surprised at the colonel's fierce and decided action.

"Your pulse galloping," he cried angrily, as he dragged the dimly-seen figure forward. "Perry, Manning, cover those two men, and if they make a gesture to draw their bows, fire at once.--Now, you scoundrel, it was you, and you had come to steal."

"No, he had not, father; he came to give me back my knife."

"What!" cried the colonel angrily.

"It's a fact; he put it in my hand while I slept; and here it is."

"Then--"

"It's quite true, sir, and no good to keep it up any longer."

"Cil!" cried Perry in astonishment.

"Yes. Don't be very angry with me, Colonel Campion. I felt obliged to come; I couldn't stop away."

"Why, you treacherous young rascal," cried the colonel, shaking him violently.

"Don't, sir, please; you hurt!" cried Cyril half angrily.

"How dare you mutiny against your father's commands, and come after us like--?"

"I dunno," said Cyril mournfully. "I felt obliged; I wanted to be with Perry there."

"But to come masquerading like this, sir! How dare you?"

"I dunno, I tell you," said the boy petulantly. "It isn't so very nice to come over the stones without shoes or stockings, and only in this thing. It's as cold as cold, besides being painted and dirtied up as I am. My feet are as sore as sore."

"And serve you right, you young dog. What will your father say?"