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to vault into the saddle, Huascar holding his stirrup. Then Huascar and the Cajamarca priest mounted, ranging themselves on each side of the leader, but just behind him.
Huascar turned in his saddle and made a sign. Every Indian in the party threw open his poncho, showing beneath it, in the light of the lanterns, another cloak of brilliant red.
"The Red Ponchos!" gasped Natividad, grasping Dick's arm.
There was a whistle at the end of the street, answered by another a long way off, at the other end of the Darsena quay ... and the cavalcade started.
Dick made as if to follow, but Natividad held him back.
"Wait, and listen! We must know which way they are going!"
