“And what is more,” the man who had been called Felix went on, “they will never leave the temple alive!”
“And so fails the great expedition!” chuckled the second speaker.
“When we are certain that what must be has actually taken place,” Felix went on, “I’ll hide the flying machine in a safer place, pay you as agreed, and make my way back to Quito. Does that satisfy you?”
“I shall be satisfied when I have the feeling of the gold of the Gringoes!” was the reply.
Sam caught his breath sharply as he listened to the conversation.
“There was some trap in the temple, then,” he mused, “designed to get us out of the way. I should have known that,” he went on, bitterly, “and should never have left the boys alone there!”
The two men advanced nearer to the angle of the cliff and seemed to be waiting the approach of some one from the other side.
“And Miguel?” asked Felix. “Why is he not here?”
“Can you trust him?” he added, in a moment.
“With my own life!”