“As surely as you open your mouth—” began Bill.
“If you do, we do!” Tom snapped.
“Tit for tat!” That was Nicky.
“But it cost you nothing to show me where is the gold hide,” Pizarra said, rubbing his hands.
“These people have been kind to us,” Mr. Whitley said. “We do not like to help you rob them.”
“I am mak’ friends to his Huamachaco,” Pizarra said meaningly. “He is already suspect something.”
That was bad, Cliff reflected, then he brightened.
“He has just been discredited by the Inca’s son,” he stated. “If it came to a test of power——”
“You see what it come to!” Pizarra wheeled and stalked off.
“We ought to—” Mr. Whitley rose; he had in mind the danger to which their move exposed his charges.