“Yes. Look!” and the man pointed in the direction they had gazed.
That instant the Peruvian exclaimed excitedly: “Down with you! Drop down, everybody! Down, flat on your stomachs!”
Startled by his commanding tones they obeyed.
“What is it?” asked Hope-Jones.
“Sh! In a whisper! Indians! A score of them! And they look like the Majeronas!”
CHAPTER VII.
THE CANNIBALS OF PERU.
“The Majeronas!” echoed Ferguson, but in the whisper which he had been cautioned to use. “Are they not a savage tribe?”
“They are.”
“I didn’t know they came this far, not within three or four hundred miles of here. So I was told in Lima.”
“It is only recently that they have visited this region. Within the last year several reports have come to Huari of their depredations.”