“Do you mean to tell me those boxes are full of dynamite?”
“Certainly. We should have needed it to blow open the entrance to the underground river.”
“Good heavens!” Stanley fairly shrieked. “Think of carting along a load of dynamite in a country like this. If we had had a forced landing we should have blown into bits.”
“I thought of that. But a forced landing in a mountainous country would have meant our finish anyway. So what is the difference?”
“I guess you are right, but if I had known it I should not have attempted to fly a single inch until we had taken it out. It is a good thing you did not tell me about it.”
“What shall we do with it?”
“Get rid of it as soon as we can.”
“But if any one from the valley should come here he would find it,” said Ted. “I have an idea. Let’s mark the boxes for Quizquiz and leave a note saying that if he hits them with his golden sceptre he will see all his forefathers; then shove the boxes through the hole under the wall.”
“It would serve him right, but they cannot read. Besides, we do not want to kill any one. We shall have to hide it or throw it into the lake.”
“No, not throw it into the lake,” Ted said, with a peculiar shudder. “We are not out of here yet; we might need it!”