“A’right, sah,” said the darky.
He swung himself over after the gold seeker. In this manner both made their way down the face of the cliff.
After a time they reached the valley below.
The question now was how were they to find their way back over the mountain to the spot where Pomp had left the air-ship.
But this question seemed to find a certain solution. There was a pass between the peaks which seemed to lead to the eastward.
It was believed that by taking this the distance could be overcome quickly, and the party once more united.
There did not seem to be any danger of meeting Red Muriel, though such an incident would be most unpleasant.
What had become of the brigand chief it was impossible to guess.
It might be that he had fled from the region with the Incas treasure, which he had stolen from Harding.
The latter had not abandoned the hope of regaining the lost treasure.