But he resolved not to
anticipate trouble. Almonte again looked at him curiously, and then
leaning forward said confidentially:
"Tell me, was it you who knocked our soldier down on the side of the
pyramid and took his lantern? If it is true, it can't do you any harm to
acknowledge it now."
"Yes," replied Ned with some pride, "it was I. I came upon him suddenly
and I was as much surprised as he. I hit out on the impulse of the
moment, and the blow landed in exactly the right place. I hope he was
not much hurt."
"He wasn't," replied Almonte, laughing with deep unction. "He was
pretty well covered with bruises and scratches, but he forgot them in
the awful fright you gave him. He took you to be some demon, some
mysterious Aztec god out of a far and dim past, who had smitten him with
lightning, because he presumed to climb upon a sacred pyramid. But some
of us who were not so credulous, perhaps because we did not have his
bruises and scratches, searched all the sides and the top of the
pyramid. We failed to find you and we knew that you could not get
through our lines. Now, will you tell me where you were?"
His tone was so intent and eager that Ned could not keep from laughing.
Besides, the boy had a certain pride in the skill, daring and resource
with which he had eluded the men of Cos.
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