“Let her sleep,” he thought. “She is now entirely oblivious to our horrible situation, and if I wake her up, she will only rave and go on at a great rate.”
About five minutes later the boy heard a sound which sent a thrill through his body.
A faint pit-pat could be heard, which told him that some living creature was approaching.
“The picuasus!” he muttered to himself. “Well, it will soon be over.”
Nearer and nearer the sounds came, and presently the boy’s instinct told him that the animal, or whatever it was, had halted within a few feet of him.
The next moment he felt the cold nose of the creature touching his face!
[CHAPTER XVII.
AZURMA AND THE NAZTECS.]
Azurma, the beautiful murderess, had jumped upon the rocky slide with the firm conviction that she was going to her death.