By Abraham Merritt
excerpt from CHAPTER I - Suarra
NICHOLAS GRAYDON bumped into Starrett in Quito. really, Starrett sought him out there. Graydon had usually heard of the large West Coast adventurer, yet their trails had by no means crossed. It was once with energetic interest that he opened his door to his customer.
Starrett got here to the purpose immediately. Graydon had heard the legend of the treasure teach bringing to Pizarro the ransom of the Inca Atahualpa? And that its leaders, studying of the homicide in their monarch through the butcher-boy Conquistador, had became apart and hidden the treasure someplace within the Andean wilderness?
Graydon had heard it, countless numbers of occasions; had even thought of looking for it He acknowledged so. Starrett nodded.
"I recognize the place it is," he said.
In the top Starrett confident him; confident him, not less than, that he had whatever worthy taking a look into.
Graydon relatively beloved the large guy. there has been a bluff directness that made him omit the trace of cruelty in eyes and jaw. there have been others with him, Starrett stated, either outdated partners. Graydon requested why that they had picked him out. Starrett bluntly instructed him--because they knew he may perhaps find the money for to pay the costs of the day trip. they might all percentage both within the treasure. in the event that they didn't locate it, Graydon used to be a firstclass mining engineer, and the sector they have been going into was once wealthy in minerals. He was once virtually convinced of creating a few useful discovery on which they can funds in.
Graydon thought of. there have been no calls upon him. He had simply handed his thirty-fourth birthday, and because he were graduated from the Harvard university of Mines 11 years in the past he had by no means had a true vacation. He may good come up with the money for the price. There will be a few pleasure, if not anything else.
After he had appeared over Starrett's comrades--Soames, a lanky, saturnine, hard-bitten Yankee, and Dancret, a cynical, fun little Frenchman--they had drawn up an contract and he had signed it.
They went down through rail to Cerro de Pasco for his or her outfit, that being the city of any measurement closest to the place their trek into the desert may commence. A week later with 8 burros and 6 arrieros, or packmen, they have been in the welter of peaks wherein, Starrett's map indicated, lay their road.
It were the map which had persuaded Graydon. It used to be no parchment, yet a sheet of skinny gold fairly as versatile. Starrett drew it out of a small golden tube of old workmanship, and unrolled it. Graydon tested it and. was once not able to work out any map upon it--or anything. Starrett held it at a unusual angle--and the markings upon it turned plain.
It used to be a gorgeous piece of cartography. It was once, in truth, much less a map than a photo. the following and there have been curious symbols which Starrett stated have been indicators lower upon the rocks alongside the way in which; guiding marks for these of the outdated race who might set forth to get well the treasure whilst the Spaniards have been swept from the land.
Whether it used to be clew to Atahualpa's ransom hoard or to whatever else--Graydon didn't recognize. Starrett acknowledged it used to be. yet Graydon didn't think his tale of ways the golden sheet had come into his ownership. however, there were goal within the making of the map, and stranger goal within the crafty with which the markings were hid. whatever fascinating lay-at the top of that trail.
They stumbled on the symptoms reduce within the rocks precisely because the sheet of gold had indicated. homosexual, spirits excessive with anticipation, 3 of them spending in enhance their percentage of the booty, they the symbols. progressively they have been led into the uncharted wilderness.