Ken picked up the container in which there now remained a scant inch of liquid. The jar was of curious design in the shape of an animal head. Obviously, it was of pre-Inca design and very old.
“Pure gold,” he commented briefly.
“Then it’s possible, Ken, that we’re close to the sacred city and the treasure temple!”
“Maybe. Either that, or rich mines are situated near here. Many were lost at the time of the Spanish conquest.”
Ken put the jug on the floor and joined Jack near the doorway. Their guard stood like a statue, staring straight before him.
“Get a load of the robe that chief is wearing!” Jack directed. “Embroidered in gold and silver thread!”
“This must be a special ceremonial occasion. I hope we’re not the occasion!”
In silence the Scouts watched the dancing which had mounted in frenzy. Then, into the circle came a strange looking creature in blue striped trousers, his face covered by a cougar animal mask.
To the amazement of the two prisoners, he danced with the finish of a professional. He completed his sprightly routine with a handspring which brought chuckles of delight from the circle of natives.
“That old boy must be a medicine man,” Jack declared. “He’s good!”