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It was no use to leave there by daylight. We could not see much of the country, but enough to know that we were now at the beginning of the cultivated area, and no doubt there would be an alarm sent out far and wide.
Terry chuckled softly to himself, lying there on that hot narrow little rim of rock. He dilated on the discomfiture of our guards and tutors, making many discourteous remarks.
I reminded him that we had still a long way to go before getting to the place where weâd left our machine, and no probability of finding it there; but he only kicked me, mildly, for a croaker.
âIf you canât boost, donât knock,â he protested. âI never said âtwould be a picnic. But Iâd run away in the Antarctic ice fields rather than be a prisoner.â
We soon dozed off again.
The long rest and penetrating dry heat were good for us, and that night we covered a considerable distance, keeping always in the rough forested belt of land which we knew bordered the whole country. Sometimes we were near the outer edge, and caught sudden glimpses of the tremendous depths beyond.
âThis piece of geography stands up like a basalt column,â Jeff said. âNice time weâll have getting down if they have confiscated our machine!â For which suggestion he received summary chastisement.
What we could see inland was peaceable enough, but only moonlit glimpses; by daylight we lay very close. As Terry said, we did not wish to kill the old ladiesâ âeven if we could; and short of that they were perfectly competent to pick us up bodily and carry us back, if discovered. There was nothing for it but to lie low, and sneak out unseen if we could do it.
There wasnât much talking done. At night we had our marathon-obstacle race; we âstayed not for brake and we stopped not for stone,â and swam whatever water was too deep to wade and could not be got around; but that was only necessary twice. By day, sleep, sound and sweet. Mighty lucky it was that we could live off the country as we did. Even that margin of forest seemed rich in foodstuffs.
But Jeff thoughtfully suggested that that very thing showed how careful we should have to be, as we might run into some stalwart group of gardeners or foresters or nut-gatherers at any minute. Careful we were, feeling pretty sure that if we did not make good this time we were not likely to have another opportunity; and at last we reached a point from which we could see, far below, the broad stretch of that still lake from which we had made our ascent.
âThat looks pretty good to me!â said Terry, gazing down at it. âNow, if we canât find the plane, we know where to aim if we have to drop over this wall some other way.â
The wall at that point was singularly uninviting. It rose so straight that we had to put our heads over to see the base, and the country below seemed to be a far-off marshy tangle of rank vegetation. We did not have to risk our necks to that extent, however, for at last, stealing along among the rocks and trees like so many creeping savages, we came to that flat space where we had landed; and there, in unbelievable good fortune, we found our machine.
âCovered, too, by jingo! Would you think they had that much sense?â cried Terry.
âIf they had that much, theyâre likely to have more,â I warned him, softly. âBet you the thingâs watched.â
We reconnoitered as widely as we could in the failing moonlightâ âmoons are of a painfully unreliable nature; but the growing dawn showed us the familiar shape, shrouded in some heavy cloth like canvas, and no slightest sign of any watchman near. We decided to make a quick dash as soon as the light was strong enough for accurate work.
âI donât care if the old thingâll go or not,â Terry declared. âWe can run her to the edge, get aboard, and just plane downâ âplop!â âbeside our boat there. Look thereâ âsee the boat!â
Sure enoughâ âthere was our motor, lying like a gray cocoon on the flat pale sheet of water.
Quietly but swiftly we rushed forward and began to tug at the fastenings of that cover.
âConfound the thing!â Terry cried in desperate impatience. âTheyâve got it sewed up in a bag! And weâve not a knife among us!â
Then, as we tugged and pulled at that tough cloth we heard a sound that made Terry lift his head like a war horseâ âthe sound of an unmistakable giggle; yesâ âthree giggles.
There they wereâ âCelis, Alima, Elladorâ âlooking just as they had when we first saw them, standing a little way off from us, as interested, as mischievous as three schoolboys.
âHold on, Terryâ âhold on!â I warned. âThatâs too easy. Look out for a trap.â
âLet us appeal to their kind hearts,â Jeff urged. âI think they will help us. Perhaps theyâve got knives.â
âItâs no use rushing them, anyhow,â I was absolutely holding on to Terry. âWe know they can outrun and out-climb us.â
He reluctantly admitted this; and after a brief parley among ourselves, we all advanced slowly toward them, holding out our hands in token of friendliness.
They stood their ground till we had come fairly near, and then indicated that we should stop. To make sure, we advanced a step or two and they promptly and swiftly withdrew. So we stopped at the distance specified. Then we used their language, as far as we were able, to explain our plight, telling how we were imprisoned, how we had escapedâ âa good deal of pantomime here and vivid interest on their partâ âhow we had traveled by night and hidden by day, living on nutsâ âand here Terry pretended great hunger.
I know he could not have been hungry; we had found plenty to eat and had not been sparing in helping ourselves. But they
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