CHAPTER XXIII
THE CONSPIRATORS
Rapidly rushing, foaming, bubbling and boiling, the waters rushed intothe mysterious cavern, until they again filled the pool across whichBud and Dick had swam to the rescue of Nort on the rock. Now thesituation was reversed. It was Nort who was on the mainland, or shore,so to speak, and the others who were on the rock.
But it was one of their own choosing, in an endeavor to solve themystery, though as Bud and his companions watched the waters creepinghigher and higher up the surface of the rock on which they stood, theirhearts were not altogether easy.
"Suppose it covers the rock?" asked Dick.
"Then we'll have to swim back where Nort is," Bud answered.
"Shucks! You won't have to do nothin' of the sort!" declared OldBillee stoutly. "She won't come up any farther than it did before!"
And he was right. When the water around the rock lapped the erosionmark, which had been worn in the hard stone by centuries of the flow ofthe fluid, the flood ceased. The roaring, bubbling and seething, likethat which takes place in a canal lock, came to an end, and the waterof the pool became quiet.
"There! What'd I tell you?" cried Old Billee. "I closed th' watergate, that Bud opened to let th' water out, an' she come back. Now allwe have t' do, so we can walk back, is t' yank this lever again."
"Does it only work two ways?" asked Yellin' Kid, his voice againsoftened, as the mystery of the place seemed to cast a shadow over himand the others.
"Seems to," Bud answered, holding his lantern down close to where thecopper handle entered the rock.
There appeared to be a slot cut in the hard stone--a slot about threeinches wide, and a foot long, in which the copper lever could be movedbackward and forward, but not from side to side.
"Let's try the other way, now," suggested Dick.
Once again Old Billee pulled on the copper shaft, which, as they couldsee by the light of all their lanterns combined, seemed to have beenrudely hammered out, for it bore the rough marks of a primitive forge.
And no sooner had the lever been pulled to its limit in the slot thanthere sounded again the rushing, roaring tumult of noises, and, after alittle, the water began receding once more.
"We've discovered the secret!" cried Dick.
"No, only part of it," said Bud. "We've got to find where the watergoes, and if pulling this lever sends it into our reservoir. That'sthe main thing to discover."
"But we're on the track of part of it," went on Dick. "I wonder whobuilt this secret water gate, and the lever that operates it?"
"It may be part of the work of the ancient Mexicans, the old Indians orthe Aztecs, who inhabited this land ages ago," said Bud. "Copper willlast almost forever, you know, even in water, as it doesn't rust. Andyou've read how the ancient Aztecs used to build great vaults under themountain, and arrange to flood them to keep their gold away from theSpaniards."
"Yes, I've read of that," admitted Dick.
"Say, where can you get a book like that?" demanded Old Billee.
"I've got one at the camp," Bud answered. "I'll let you take it. Ofcourse my theory may be all wrong," he went on. "But I begin tobelieve we've stumbled on some ancient Aztec water system."
"You don't mean to say those old Mexicans, for that's what the Aztecswere, are still hanging around in this cave, turning your water on andoff, do you?" demanded Dick.
"No, it's some one more modern who's making trouble for us," Buddeclared. "But we're on the track of a big discovery, I believe.Look, the water is almost gone!"
This was true. The pool was emptying itself as it had done before,and, in a short time they could walk back to where Nort awaited them.
"What's the next thing to do?" asked Dick.
"Get back where we left our grub and feed our faces," suggested SnakePurdee.
"Yes, I think that will be best," Bud said. "Then we can talk over thenext move. I begin to feel hungry."
"I hope we won't be disappointed," remarked Yellin' Kid and his vocalpowers seemed to be on the mend, for he called loudly.
"Disappointed? How?" asked Old Billee.
"I mean I hope we find our grub where we left it," Kid explained.
"Why wouldn't it be there?" Old Billee wanted to know. "Do you thinkthem Hatchet-texts have sneaked in and took it?"
"You mean Aztecs?" laughed Yellin' Kid. "No, I wasn't referrin' tothem. I mean I hope our monkeyin' with that copper handle didn't sendthe flood over the place where we left our things."
"I never thought of that," said Bud. "By Zip Foster! I hope nothinglike that _has_ happened!"
With anxious hearts they hastened back to the place where Nort had beenswept away. They had left the strange lever set to drain the pool, andwhat state of affairs they would find on returning to their point ofdigression no one could say.
"Maybe we'll find the water running on into Flume Valley," suggestedNort, who seemed to be almost himself again, except for a feeling ofweakness.
"I hope so," spoke Bud.
But this was not the case. On reaching the place where the tunnelbranched, they found no water there at all. None was running in themain channel, and none was turning off down the "stem of the T," to usethe illustration I first employed.
"Keeps on being strange, doesn't it!" said Bud.
They all agreed with him.
"What's the next move?" asked Dick, as they gazed about, finding theirfood and supplies safe, and no water, to mention, anywhere about.
"Let's grub!" suggested Snake.
"And make a fire and heat the coffee," urged Bud. "I don't believe thesmoke will do any harm, and there's plenty of dry driftwood in thehigher places, and on little ledges."
"Some hot coffee would go down mighty well!" remarked Nort.
"Then you're going to have it!" asserted his cousin. They had broughtsome of the cold beverage along in tin flasks, and these were soonheating over a little blaze that was kindled along the bank of theunderground stream that was again dry.
The food and hot drink put new hearts into all of them, especiallyNort, and when appetites were appeased they gathered about thecheerful, if small, blaze, which gave off scarcely any smoke, and helda discussion.
"What I think we had better do," said Bud, "is to travel on until wecome to the place--if such a place there is--where this stream againshunts off to the side. For I'm sure there is such a place if we findthat the water is running into the tunnel from the river."
"We can't be sure of that, though," Old Billee said.
"No, but we can find out when we get to the other end of the tunnel,"declared Bud. "My idea is--though, of course, I might be wrong--thatthere are two side passages, so to speak. Sometimes the water branchesoff the main channel and fills the pool where we found Nort on therock. Then it may flow down another channel, farther on, but nearer tothe river end of the tunnel."
"But if the water came along the main channel, until it got here, andthen filled the pool to the limit, as was evidently the case,"suggested Nort, "why wouldn't the water then back up and go on to ourreservoir--and it didn't do that."
"There may be some outlet from that pool and cavern where we were,"said Bud.
They considered this for a moment, and agreed that he might be right.
"Then what we've got to look for," went on Bud, "is another sidepassage where the water is shunted off, that is, providing it is notcut off at the river pipe. And if there is such a passage it must beon the right-hand side of the stream, as was the one where Nort fellin. For we went all along the left-hand bank the other time, anddidn't discover anything."
"And suppose we find the second branch stream now--what will we do?"asked Snake.
"Two of us will come back and work the lever, while the others stay atthe second stream to see what happens," was Bud's answer. "Come on;let's go!"
They put out the fire, packed their belongings, and, making sure thatNort was able to travel, they set out again. Nort's garments weresoaking wet
, or, rather, they had been, but there was a current of warmair in the tunnel, and soon he began to dry out, for which he was verythankful.
They found the second branching stream sooner than they expected. Itwas less than a quarter of a mile from the first, or the one into whichNort had fallen, and it was almost of exactly the same character.
"Look out! Here it is!" cried Bud who saw it first, his lanterngleaming on the swiftly-rushing water. "Go easy!"
And "easy" they went, reaching the edge of the ledge below which flowedthe mysterious, powerful current.
"We can go along here, just as we did before. Here's another branchtunnel!" announced Dick, holding up his lantern, and showing a wide,high passage, the bottom and middle part of which was occupied by thestream.
"I wonder how many of them there are?" remarked Nort as he and theothers turned into the black opening, which seemed to slope as thoughdescending a hill. This gave greater force to this stream of water.
"And I wonder if it also runs into a cavern, with a rock and a copperlever in the middle!" voiced Dick.
"Hope we find out soon," spoke Bud. "This is getting more and morequeer all the while."
They tramped on in the blackness that was relieved only by theirswaying lanterns. They walked beside the strange, underground stream,and they had progressed farther than along the other branching body ofwater when Old Billee, who was ahead just then, suddenly halted anduttered a warning.
"Listen!"
"What is it?" asked Yellin' Kid, in his usual tones, but Billee reachedback and gave him such a dig in the ribs that Kid subsided with a grunt.
"I hear talkin'!" whispered Billee. "Voices! There's some one else inthis place than us! Listen!"
They stopped and strained their sense of hearing. And then, above theslithering murmur of the water, they all distinctly heard a voice say:
"I think we've fixed 'em this time! They won't steal any more waterfrom Pocut River!"
The boy ranchers looked at each other.
"Del Pinzo!" whispered Nort.
"As sure as Zip Foster ever ate ham and eggs!" agreed Bud.
"Hush!" begged Old Billee.
And as they became quiet again they heard another voice say:
"I guess it's all up with 'em now. We might as well light out andtouch off the fuse!"
"Whew!" softly whistled Bud.
Together the party of searchers moved softly forward. Suddenly thepassage along the bank of the mysterious stream turned sharply, almostat a right angle.
And there, in what appeared to be a small cave, excavation or cavern,high in the upper wall was disclosed a roughly circular opening, like awindow or port hole. Through this port hole a light showed, andoutlined in the light were several rough-appearing men, leaningtogether over what might have been a table.
"Del Pinzo!" murmured Dick.
"Conspirators!" exclaimed Bud. "They're the ones that's been turningthis water on and off! We're on the track of the mystery now!"
Whether he spoke loudly enough to be heard, or whether some other soundmade by the searchers alarmed the men in the upper niche, was notdisclosed just then.
But the light suddenly went out, and confused sounds followed.
And chief among these sounds was the rushing, roaring noise, theblowing as of a mighty wind, and the water near the boy ranchers andtheir companions was strangely agitated.
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