San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-01-19

ants pIacK ano req, JorImented us with
their bites and stings, till we groaned
aloud in our misery, then remembering
our danger pushed ON again.
Thus two hours and more passed till
reaching little stream that ran
through a ravine in the forest, we
paused to drink and cool our fevered
feet and hands. Zibalbay sank ex-
hausted upon the bank, where /
brought him water in my sombrero,
while his daughter sat herself down on
stone in the stream, suffering it to
flow over her feet and ankles that by
now were swollen with ant bites and
bleeding from cuts of thorns and
grasses.
Presently she looked up and seeing
the senior standing on the bank talking
to me, invited him with motion of her
hand to seat himself beside her.
"What is your name, white man?"
she asked.
"James Strickland"
flames Strickland" she repeated,
with some difficulty. II thank you,
James Strickland, for rescuing my
father from torment and me from in
suit, and because Of that deed l, Maya
of the Heart, whom many have served,
am your servant forever"
"You should thank my friend, Don
Ignatio,s he said, pointing to me.
For few moments she looked at me
searchingly, then replied:
81 thank HIM also, but / thank you
the most, for your hand rid me of that
hateful man and saved u.s."
''It is early to return thanks, lady,"
he said; 1--WE are not out of danger
yet"
ST have little fear now that we have
escaped from that dreadful house." she
answered, almost indiferently, "since
our hiding place is near. And how can
they find us in this forest? Harkl what
was that?"
As she spoke faint and distant sound
fell upon our ears, such a sound as
might have been made by bell struck
far away at night.
"That is how they win find u.s." he
said, springing to his feet. 'Do you
hear, Ignatio? The dogs have hit our
trail. Which way does our road run
now, lady?"
"Along the banks of the stream"
"Then we must go forward In the
water" said the senior; 'it's our only
chance, IOr 1ile houhuS cduhoO eidOA uS
there"
o mot S %oF Sss Rs9 Of S saPp %s
came upon high mound densely over
grown with trees, between the boles of
which appeared masses Of cut stone.
This is the place, gasped Zilbalbay.
Look, yonder above US are the walls OF
the temple, and here Is the ancient
-. lo+ 1al -, I'D he fr,fn cd
to long fight of crumbling stone steps
almost hidden in ferns and bushes. Up
these steps we went with caution,
Molas carrying zilbalbay upon his
broad back.
The staircase was in three flights, the
top fight, now almost entirely broken
away, emerging on what once had been
broad and splendid terrace, but to-day
was chaos of stoneworlS, in the crew
ices of which grew bushes and even
large trees. Over the head of the stair
way stood a colossal arch sculptured
with the figures of gods and beasts.
Thsi arch was in the last stage of de-
cay; indeed, the crown of it, a mass of
masonry that must have weighed be-
tween one hundred and two hundred
tons, had been nearly separated from
its supports by the action of time and
rain, aided, perhaps, by a shock of
earthquake, and hung threatening over
the top Of the stair. In truth, so slight
were the attachments which remained
between it and its supporting side col.
umns and buttresses, that at first sight
It seemed as though it must fall at once.
A closer examination showed, how
ever, that it was held in place by three
- AlaA
upon the crown OF the arch. Be-
yond the arch, on the further
side of the terrace, rose the ruined
temple ten sinpgle,s.oried building with Ia
and palms.
Passing into the temple, Maya led US
into a chamber. In the corner lay a
little pile of articles covered over with
q serape that Maya hastened TO remove,
revealing among other things an
earthen cooking pot, copper axe Of
similar workmanship to the machete
with which the senior had killed Don
Jose, two curiously fashioned blow
pipes, with supply Of poisoned darts,
and lastly, bags containing dried flesh,
beans and cuca-paste.
"All is safe" she said; "now let US
eat, that we may be strong to meet
danger"
While we were filing ourselves thank
fully with the dried meat the senior
spoke to me, saying he hoped our pur-
suit had been abandoned.
you can know little of these men to
speak thus" he answered. don Pedro
will certainly seek to avenge the blood
of his son."
"Then what do you propose to do?"
he asked. Start on again, or stop
here?''
"Senor, we must stop here because
we cannot travel farther, unless you
would abandon the old man and his
daughter. Moreover, in the forest it
would be easy to overwhelm us, but this
place is hard to climb, and here at least
we may die fighting. Let us make
ready for the worst, senior"
"How are we to make ready" he
asked, when we have nothing to fight
with except machetes and Indian blow
pipes. The powder in the pistol TASKS
is damp and the caps will miss fire, so
that If they come our death Is certain. "
at seems So" answered, land yet
II it pleases God we may live. Yonder
lie stones in plenty; let US pile them up
I. L.