The Cruise Of The Condor Part 5

"Yes, but my hands are tied."

Biggles whipped out his jack-knife and quickly slashed through the lianas that bound his uncle's hands. "Watch out," he said shortly, handing him the rifle. In a few seconds the others were freed, and without another word they set off in single file at a sharp trot over the way they had come.

"All right, easy all," gasped Biggles when they had covered a couple of hundred yards. "

We don't want to get lost in this stuff." He jabbed his thumb towards the thick matto on either side. "By the way, is anybody hurt? Good," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, in answer to the swift replies in the negative; "then we should soon be back. I'll go first, because I know the way. Algy, you come next; then you, Smyth; d.i.c.kpa, will you bring up the rear with the rifle? If you hear anybody following us, pa.s.s the word along. Come on, quick march."

Across the silent matto they hurried, Biggles once pulling up short as a long feline body crossed their path just in front and disappeared into the bushes with a coughing grunt.

"Jaguar-watch out!" called d.i.c.kpa from the rear.

Biggles made no reply, but pressed forward, the others close behind, stumbling over rocks and uneven surfaces when they reached the ravine. Slipping and sliding, with many a sharp exclamation of pain as they knocked their s.h.i.+ns, they scrambled down the final declivity to the beach where the amphibian was moored.

"Hark!" it was d.i.c.kpa who spoke. He stood with his head bent in a listening position. "

They're coming," he went on. "We'd better get aboard."

"I daren't risk taking off in this light," said Biggles sharply.

"No need to," replied d.i.c.kpa. "We shall have to get away from the sh.o.r.e, though. It doesn't matter if we do drift downstream a bit; there are no rapids up here. I know this stretch of water. It was not far from here that my porters absconded. Lend me that jack-knife of yours."

Biggles handed over the instrument, and d.i.c.kpa disappeared into the darkness. There was a sudden cras.h.i.+ng in the bushes, and he returned a few minutes later with three or four long bamboo poles. "We can keep the machine straight with these," he said. "The water isn't very deep, so we can content ourselves with punting-and we'd better be quick about it," he added, as a series of yells broke out not far away in the direction from which they had come.

The hammocks and the few things that had been taken ash.o.r.e were hastily flung aboard, and in a few seconds, by the aid of their improvised punt-poles, they were sailing smoothly with the current on the broad face of the river.

The moon rose and flooded the river with a silvery radiance that only served to intensify the blackness of the forest walls on either side.

"We'll go right across to the other side," announced d.i.c.kpa presently. "The Indians can't have any canoes about, so we shall be quite safe, and I think I remember a useful sort of backwater a bit lower down."

"Let's go, then, by all means," replied Biggles quickly. "A bite of food seems indicated,"

he added in a complaining tone of voice.

"You wait until you've been ten days without any, as I have," rejoined d.i.c.kpa.

"I trust we shan't come to that," answered Biggles gloomily. "I've only had one day of it so far, but I begin to see that this tropical exploring business has its drawbacks. These confounded mosquitoes are pretty awful, aren't they?"

"Bah! That's nothing," grinned d.i.c.kpa. "You wait until we get to the bank; there'll be more there."

Biggles groaned. "Well, let's know the worst," he growled. "Is this the place you had in mind?" "Yes, this is it," returned d.i.c.kpa.

"Then I don't think much of it," muttered Biggles, with a sudden s.h.i.+ver in spite of the heat. "It gives me the creeps-reminds me of what I saw up the river--"

"What did you see?" asked Algy curiously.

"Oh, nothing," replied Biggles shortly, preferring not to go into details in such a place as the one in which they now found themselves.

The Condor, like a vague spectral shape, floated on a pool of water as black and motionless as pitch. Completely encircling them except for the narrow opening where they had entered, a wall of black mangroves raised themselves on stilt-like legs, as motionless as if they had been carved in ebony.

Long snake-like lianas hung down to the water. In one place only there was a narrow strip of mud, and, behind it, a small open s.p.a.ce where for some unknown reason the living forest had failed to secure a foot-hold.

"I'm all for staying on the boat," observed Biggles. "I never saw such a place in my life; it fairly gives me the creeps. What the d.i.c.kens are you doing, Smyth?"

he went on angrily. "Don't rock the boat like that. I nearly went overboard."

"I didn't rock the boat, sir," came Smyth's startled voice from the darkness at the other end of the machine.

"What the-? Hi! Hold on!" Biggles's voice rose sharply as some unseen hand seemed to lift the machine half out of the water. Something hard and scaly sc.r.a.ped along the keel; ripples, long, black and oily, began to creep across the sullen water. "What is it, d.i.c.kpa?

" called Biggles in a startled voice.

A stab of brilliant flame and the thundering roar of an explosion shattered the silence. It was followed by a deep choking cough, and something long and vague began thres.h.i.+ng in the water beside them. Other similar shapes flung themselves upon it, and instantly the water became a churning ma.s.s of foam and writhing bodies. Something crashed against the hull, making the Condor s.h.i.+ver from stem to stern.

"Crocs!" snapped d.i.c.kpa. "The water's full of them. Had to shoot-one was trying to climb up on the tail. Get the engines going and let's get ash.o.r.e; they'll knock the machine to pieces at this rate."

The others needed no second invitation; indeed, the necessity for instant action was apparent. Hard, heavy bodies were striking the machine with a force that threatened to shatter it. The self-starter whirred, the engines came to life, the machine skimmed across the water, and, as Biggles dropped his wheels, nosed up on the muddy beach. "Keep going, Algy!" he cried, handing over the joystick and jumping ash.o.r.e. "Keep her straight-that's all right, you've plenty of room. Fine. You'll do. Come on, let's get a fire going."

d.i.c.kpa joined him, a can of petrol in his hand, and a blazing fire soon revealed their white and startled faces.

"What sort of place do you call this, d.i.c.kpa?" almost snarled Biggles, thoroughly shaken. "1 thought you said you knew a good place! I should be sorry to see what you called a bad one. The river is about the limit -horrors, horrors everywhere."

d.i.c.kpa laughed. "I believe I warned you that the trip wouldn't be a picnic," he said.

"And, by Jingo, you weren't far wrong," conceded Biggles.

The machine was hauled up clear of the bank and the engines shut off. Again the uncanny silence settled upon the forest.

"Even the trees remind me of monsters about to spring," declared Algy.

"Let's talk about something else, before the place gets ,on my nerves," muttered Biggles harshly as they unloaded some stores from the machine. "How did those Indians get hold of you?"

Around the camp fire and over a satisfying meal, the story of the Indian raid was told.

"I didn't hear a sound until d.i.c.kpa yelled," admitted Algy. "You'd been gone the best part of an hour," he went on, turning to Biggles, "and I had just looked along the beach to see if you were coming back when I heard a crash and a shout. I whipped round just as a mob of Indians jumped on me. I couldn't do anything; just went down with a bang, with the whole lot of 'em piled on top of me. I kicked and struggled, but it was no use; one man can't fight a crowd. They dragged me to my feet in a sort of daze, and the first thing I saw was d.i.c.kpa and Smyth in the same plight as myself. I still don't know how they got hold of Smyth, because he was on board when they attacked."

"I was in the cabin unpacking some cases when I heard a shout," explained Smyth. "It didn't alarm me much, but I went up on deck to see what it was about, and the first thing I knew was an arrow flitting past my ear."

"That's right; I saw it. In fact, that's how I knew it was Indians," confirmed Biggles.

"It looked like a rugger scrum on the beach," resumed Smyth, "so I joined in. In my surprise I forgot all about the guns in the cabin-not that they would have been much good. The game was a bit too one-sided, though, and a big devil landed me one with a thing like a coconut on the end of a stick." The ex-flight-sergeant felt the back of his head gingerly. "I've a b.u.mp there as big as a hen's egg," he concluded.

"And that's about all there is to tell," said d.i.c.kpa. "Those devils must have been stalking us for a long time, which shows the folly of not keeping a strict watch all the time when you are in a country like this. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move, and I looked up just as they broke cover. I let out a yell to try and warn the others, but it was too late. However, all's well that ends well. That was a smart idea of yours, Biggles, using the Very pistol. Those flares put the wind up them more effectively than anything else could have done. They've never seen such things before; in fact, I very much doubt if they've ever heard a gun go off. They're getting over their fright by this time, and are probably thirsting for our blood. If you hadn't taken that stroll along the beach we should all have been nabbed, and then we should have been in a pretty mess."

"In the soup, literally, by this time, I expect," grinned Big& es.

"Well, we do at least know they're about, that's one thing," said d.i.c.kpa. "I didn't think they came as far south as this, but of course you can never really tell with these people. I am thankful they were too scared of the machine to go near it. Anyway, they are not likely to follow us here; they're scared stiff of the dark. And now we had better get some sleep; we've got a hard day in front of us tomorrow."

CHAPTER IX.

A NIGHT OF HORROR.

,"WELL, what's the plan?" asked Biggles the following morning as he ripped open the top of a tin of bully beef for breakfast.

"I think we'll push straight along on foot for the cave; we are on the right side of the river for it," replied d.i.c.kpa. "We've only about a quarter of a mile of forest to get through and then we come out on to the matto. I don't think we can be more than seven or eight miles from the cave at the most, and we could do that in three or four hours. That should give us time to break down the wall and get back again before nightfall. The first thing we've got to do is to find out what is behind the wall. If there's nothing, well, we just go home again, that's all. If we strike lucky, we shall have to make our plans according to what we find to bring away. I think the machine will be quite safe here; we couldn't find a better hiding-place."

"Good enough," replied Biggles. "Then the sooner we get away the better."

Dawn-the impressive colourful dawn of the Amazon-was just breaking. Within half an hour loads had been made up, tasks allotted, and the entire party moved off in Indian file. Smyth, armed with a heavy knife for cutting a way through the undergrowth, took the lead, followed by d.i.c.kpa with a compa.s.s to keep him straight, knowing full well the danger of wandering from a direct course with such a restricted outlook. He also carried a 12-bore shot-gun under his arm. Algy came next with a fairly heavy load of tools and stores they knew they would require, and Biggles, with another load and a rifle, brought up the rear.

The going was not as bad as they expected. Lianas, it is true, had to be cut to form a path through the trackless forest, and detours often had to be made round great fallen trees which from time to time impeded their progress, but in a trifle under the hour they emerged into the open matto, proving that d.i.c.k-pa's calculations had not been far wrong.

In the near distance a great range of mountains lifted its gaunt peaks high into the sky.

Progress was now much faster, and when they halted for their third rest d.i.c.kpa announced that they were quite close to the stream up which he had wandered on the day of his discovery of the Inca rock-carving, and not more than two miles from the cave itself. The insects caused them great inconvenience, frequent stops having to be made to remove persistent carrapatos from one or the other of them. Their faces, too, were soon covered with tiny black spots of congealed blood where these and other pests had left their marks. Nevertheless, they were in good spirits, for it seemed that nothing could now prevent the successful exploration of the cave.

They reached the stream, and paused for a moment to refresh themselves and splash their streaming faces, and then pushed on, wading knee-deep in the fresh, clear water. d.i.c.kpa, old, experienced traveller that he was, was obviously as excited as any of them now that they were so near their goal.

"Round the next corner," he cried cheerfully, "and there we are."

Panting from the heat and their exertions, they hurried round the next bend, which brought them face to face with a dull red cliff that rose in a sheer wall to a tremendous alt.i.tude. d.i.c.kpa, who had now taken the lead, suddenly began to slow up, at the same time staring at the rock with a puzzled expression on his face. Biggles noticed that he had turned a trifle pale under his tan.

"Funny," he heard him whisper to himself; "that's funny; I could have sworn this was the place." And then, "It is," he went on, "but He turned to the others apologetically. "Something has gone wrong here," he said shortly. "I can't quite see what it is, but I don't think it's anything to worry about. Ah, yes, I see. There's been a slight fall of rock which has buried the mouth of the cave. I'm afraid it's going to give us a bit of work, and it will take a bit of time to clear it. This is the place, there's no doubt of that."

"Well, we can't help it," said Biggles quickly, feeling more sorry about his uncle's disappointment than his own. "We'll soon have that stuff out of the way."

d.i.c.kpa was examining a pile of loose boulders that lay at the foot of the cliff and spread far into the stream, so far indeed that its course had been slightly altered.

"Well, let's get at it," went on Biggles, throwing down his bundle. "It isn't such a bad spot; we've plenty of water, anyway."

The stores were heaped on the bank and all four of them were soon hard at work prising and dragging down the rocks that concealed the entrance of the cave.

"This isn't the only place where the rock has fallen, by the look of it," said d.i.c.kpa once, during a brief rest, pointing further along the base of the cliff where several piles of rock, similar to the one on which they were working, lay strewn about. "I fancy there must have been a bit of an earthquake, since I was here last, to bring all this stuff down."

"Well, as long as there isn't another, to bring another lot down on our heads while we're here, I don't mind," observed Biggles, resuming his task. "Do they get many earthquakes here?"

"I don't think anybody's been here long enough to see," replied d.i.c.kpa, with a smile; "but I don't think so; at least, not in recent years. The whole country is volcanic of course, and once upon a time it must have been pretty bad. It was an earthquake that split these mountains like that," he went on, pointing at several wide fissures higher up the face of the cliff. "There's not much more to s.h.i.+ft, thank goodness; we're lucky it's no worse," he concluded.

But appearances were deceptive, and with only their hands, a small crowbar, a hammer, and a chisel, which had been brought to break down the wall inside, to work with, it was well into the afternoon before the Inca rock-carving was exposed to view.

"You see the luck of it," said d.i.c.kpa during another pause. "For hundreds of years this place has stood just as it was when the Incas left it. Then I happened to come along-perhaps the first man since they went away-and I spotted the telltale mark. Then, before the year is out, down comes all this rock and hides the whole thing up. But for the fact that I had already seen the carving and the cave, and knew they were here, what chance would there have been of anyone ever finding them under all this stuff? It would probably have remained undiscovered until eternity. Well, one thing is certain: we shan't have time to break down the wall today. We dare not risk being benighted so far away from the machine," he continued, glancing up at the now sinking sun. "Naturally I didn't expect this or we might have brought the hammocks and enough food to last us a day or two. But that's Brazil all over; the unexpected is always happening ".

"Hark!" The exclamation came from Biggles, on whose face appeared a look of utter, incredulous amazement.

Faint but clear from the far distance came the unmistakable hum of a powerful aero engine. They all stared in the direction from which the sound came in stupefied astonishment, and for some time n.o.body spoke.

"I'm not dreaming, Algy, am I?" asked Biggles anxiously. "Can you hear it too?"

"There's no question about it," replied Algy promptly. "It's the machine all right."

"But who on earth could have found it, and, what is more miraculous, who in these parts could fly it even if they found it?" cried Biggles angrily. "It isn't sense."

"Sense or not," snapped Algy, "I can see it-there she is. Look!" He pointed with a trembling finger.

"They must have followed us up the river," muttered d.i.c.kpa through set teeth, "and they'

ve brought a pliot with them."

"No!" yelled Biggles, who had been staring fixedly at the distant speck in the sky. "That isn't the Condor; it's a four-engined job. It's too far off to say for certain, but it looks to me like one of those American flying-boats."

"So that's why they went to New Orleans," said d.i.c.kpa quickly, with a flash of understanding. "The devils! They saw us fly away and guessed what we were going to do. If they made enquiries they'd find we had bought a machine. They cut across to New Orleans and got another-with a pilot, too, for none of them could fly. This is going to complicate matters."

"Complicate!" cried Biggles. "It's going to do more than that, if I'm any judge. They're not coming this way, thank goodness. They're looking for us, no doubt, but they are going back down the river now, I think. We'd better get back ourselves, and quickly, too.

d.i.c.kpa took a swift look round the work they had done. "Yes, I think so," he replied. "

We've only a few more minutes' work here and we shall have a hole large enough to enable us to get in. It's really better that it should be left as it is until we have coped with this new development."

"All right, let's get away then," returned Biggles. "I shan't feel happy until I feel the Condor under my feet again. We shall have to hide her from aerial observation in future, although that shouldn't be difficult in a place like this. As soon as we have done that, we can come back here and go on working quietly. They won't be likely to see us; we shall be more likely to see them."

"It seems a pity," said d.i.c.kpa, looking reflectively at the top of the cave, which they could now see. "So near and yet so far. Well, it can't be helped. We might as well leave the tools here; there is no need to carry them backwards and forwards."

A cache was quickly made of the equipment they had brought with them and they set out on their journey back to the machine. Biggles climbed up on to the bank of the stream and surveyed the rolling prairie abstractedly.

"What are you looking at?" asked Algy casually.

"Oh, I was just wondering," answered Biggles.

"Wondering what?"

"As a matter of fact, I was wondering if it was possible to put the machine down here,"

replied Biggles, removing a bee from his ear. "This new development is a bit of a bone-shaker. Who could have thought they'd do such a thing? I wonder what sort of pilot they'

ve got."

"They'd have no difficulty in getting a pilot with the machine, particularly if the prospect of treasure was mentioned," declared d.i.c.kpa, leading the way through the shallows on the edge of the stream. "But come on we shall have to put our best foot forward or we shall be caught in the dark. It's no joke groping your way through the forest after dark, I can a.s.sure you. I've had some of it."

With their own trail to follow back, and unenc.u.mbered with the tools, they reached the edge, of the forest belt in good time, and, following the path they had cut in the morning through the forest, were able to keep up a steady pace.