Part 10 (2/2)
He nodded his head in his usual indifferent manner, and fifteen minutes later we started, on foot The arriero led the ith Harry at his heels, and Desiree and I brought up the rear
Thrice I tried to enter into conversation with her; but each tiave it up I was frankly puzzled by her words and conduct of an hour before; was it merely one of the trickeries of Le Mire or--
I was interested in the question as one is always interested in a riddle; but I tossed it froave aries of nature about h a cleft between two th Ahead of us, at the end of the passage, a like boulder fronted us
Our footfalls echoed and reechoed fro of the wind that reached our ears with a faintness which only served to increase its effect Here and there were apertures large enough to admit the entrance of a horse and rider, and in , I remember, that the formation was undoubtedly one of limestone, with here and there a layer of quartzite, when I was aroused by a shout from Harry
I approached Harry and Desiree, with Felipe, the arriero, had halted and were gazing upward at the wall of rock which barred the exit fro their eyes, I saw lines carved on the rock, evidently a rude and clumsy atte was some forty feet or so above us and difficult to see clearly
”I say it's a lla as I stopped at his side
”My dear boy,” returned Desiree, ”don't you think I know a horse when I see one?”
”When you see one, of course,” said Harry sarcastically ”But who ever saw a horse with a neck like that?”
As for me, I was really interested, and I turned to the arriero for information
”Si, senor,” said Felipe, ”Un caballo”
”But who carved it?”
Felipe shrugged his shoulders
”Is it new--Spanish?”
Another shrug I becaue?” I demanded ”Speak! If you don't know the author of that piece of equine art say so”
”I know, senor”
”You know?”
”Si, senor”
”Then, for Heaven's sake, tell us”
”His story?” pointing to the figure on the rock
”Yes, idiot!”