taken by the soldier whose horse had been carried off by Don Christobal. When the soldiers saw that they were heading for the sierra instead of Chorillos, there was a grumble, but Natividad silenced them. "Forward," he ordered, and they, in their turn, entered the ravine.
"We can, at all events, travel as fast as the mammaconas," said the Chief of Police to Uncle Francis.
"The mammaconas? Were they here then?" The scientist, intensely interested, urged his mount alongside Natividad's.
"Yes, señor … the mammaconas … and three head priests of the temple … only they may touch the Virgin of the Sun…. Señor, for the past fifteen years I have known all this, but they called me a lunatic. Why should we suppose that the Indians have changed? Do they not eat, drink, and get married just as they did five centuries ago? If their outward customs have not changed, why should their secret rites have done so? Why, señor, why? But nobody will believe me. It all began when I was a young man. I had to investigate a mysterious crime, the only possible explanation for which was a religious one. You must not forget that you are dealing with Incas to this day…. And I got my knuckles rapped…. Five years later, when the Orellana girl disappeared, they
