by John Blaine
“Only when necessary,” Rick said. “Of course it has been necessary pretty often. So we’re in practice, you might say.”
Tony chuckled. “I’m grateful. You know what Nango -lat is working up to, I presume?”
Rick didn’t, and said so.
“He planned to force me to locate the golden artifacts with the earth scanner. Then, the find was to be celebrated with the sacrifice of a head. That was the part I objected to most. You see, the head was to be mine!”
CHAPTER XIII
The Peaceful Profession
The Spindrift campfire blazed high, and its warmth was welcome in the cold mountain night. Balaban and Dog Meat were out on patrol, although it was unlikely that any Ifugao had followed the invaders over the mountain.
Camp had been pitched in a grove of trees on the Igorot side of the divide. The boys and Tony had taken suitable clothing from their supplies and were now equipped with sturdy trail clothes and warm leather jackets. Chahda, similarly dressed in spare clothes, now resembled an Igorot only because of his haircut.
Tony sipped steaming coffee from a battered mug. He grinned at the faces around the fire: Rick, Scotty, Angel Manotok, Chahda, and Pilipil, whose wounded leg had been treated with supplies from the first-aid kit.
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“Archaeologist at work,” Tony commented. “Digs in musty old tombs all day, and now and then gets excited about a clay jug or something else he uncovers. The archaeologist has nothing but old jugs or beetles or stuff like that to get excited about. It’s a peaceful profession, boys. That’s why I like it.Calm, quiet, orderly.”
Pilipil didn’t get the irony in Tony’s voice, but the others laughed.
Scotty nodded agreement. “That’s the popular idea of an archaeologist, all right! Sounds like a recruiting ad, doesn’t it? Be peaceful and quiet. Live to a ripe old age. Be an archaeologist.Reminds me of the recruiting poster that hooked me once. Join the Marines, it said. See the world. Learn a trade. I joined.
Saw the world while snaking on my belly through the South Pacific.Learned a trade, too.How to fire a rifle. Very few peacetime riflemen needed, however.”
“We’ll combine our trades,” Tony said. “You might say we did, earlier tonight.”
As Rick put more wood on the fire he said, “We’re together, for the first time. Before, either Tony or Chahda was missing. Now what do we do?”
Tony considered. “I must admit I was not giving much thought to the purpose of the expedition when you came after me. I spent most of my time imagining how my skull would look on the knick-knack shelf in the hut.”
“What knick-knack shelf?” Chahda asked.
“You wouldn’t have noticed,” Tony told them. “It was high in the rear of the hut, above the opening you made.A shelf full of skulls. I kept trying to flatter myself that surely my head would be prettier than those.
But I didn’t really believe it.”
“Do you really believe the Ifugaos would have taken your head?” Rick asked.
“You bet I do! You should have seen Nangolat. He shed civilization with his clothes. He got down to a breechcloth and he was all primitive. He’s got a bad case of bats in the belfry, believe me. I’d say he was a true fanatic.”
“Yes,” Angel Manotok said positively. “You remember I tell you about those eyes of his? The doctor is right. Nangolat is crazy. He is a killer.’”
Rick remembered the crazed, distorted face of Nangolat rushing for the jeep with spear extended. “I vote Nangolat for nuts, too.Insane and dangerous.”
“This beingMountain Province,Philippines , I don’t think it would do much good to call the men in white coats to bring a strait jacket,” Scotty observed. “So, what do we do? We can ignore him, avoid him, or shoot him. The first is hard, since he carries a sharp spear. The second may be possible. The third I reject as being unscientific and unkind, not to mention illegal.”
“One more possibility,” Chahda offered. “Catch him, tie him up, have Scotty talk him into stupor.”
Rick chuckled. “You may have an idea there, Chahda. Seriously, Nangolat is guilty of kidnaping. That makes him a criminal. Surely it isn’t wrong to catch an escaped criminal and turn him over to justice.”
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“Not wrong,” Tony said, “but maybe just a little bit impractical.”
Rick pressed the point. “Why? If we thought faster, we could have picked him up tonight. You knocked him colder than a penguin’s pocketbook. We could have tossed him into the back of the jeep like a sack of bones.”
“Yes, Rick. But chances like that don’t come twice. Catching him now would mean making a definite attempt. It would mean an expedition. I doubt that he’d stay around to be caught.”
“Guess you’re right,” Rick admitted. “Then, to get back to Scotty’s question, what do we do now?
Apparently Nangolat has his people up in arms against us. There’s no law enforcement worthy of the name up here, so we can’t call for help.So what next?”
Tony poured himself another mug of coffee from the steaming pot. “We continue after the cache of artifacts.”
The boys stared. Chahda shook hands with the scientist. “Now I see why Rick and Scotty call you Tony.Number One regular guy. Why let little thing like whole nation of head-hunters scare you off?”
“Archaeology is certainly a peaceful profession,” Rick said admiringly. “Scotty and I don’t scare easily, but it didn’t occur to me that we shouldproceed as though nothing had happened.”
“You’re getting the wrong impression,” Tony said mildly. “Let’s consider the situation. There’s Nangolat, the principal troublemaker. What is his reason for behaving as he does?”
“Well,” Scotty began, “he certainly was the one who tried to kill you on the boat.”
“I think he was. He would have known all about the expedition from Okola. He would have known what ship we were on, and a phone call to the agent of the line would have told him our arrival time, from which he could easily have figured what time we would enterManilaBay . He would also have known that I was the archaeologist for the expedition. After all, I signed the correspondence we had with Okola, and he was Okola’s assistant.”
“But why would he want to kill you?” Rick asked.
“For religious reasons.Nangolat is a religious fanatic. I saw that quite clearly during the time I was his captive. He does not want the artifacts dug up-or he didn’t. Remember the legend? If they’re dug up, drought and earthquakes will follow. By killing me aboard ship, the expedition would never take place.
That must have been how he reasoned.”
Rick was beginning to see light. “Angel, was Nangolat supposed to be a Christian?”
Angel shook his head. “No. He was a pagan. Once he went to church with me, but that was only to see how Christians worship. He worshiped the Ifugao gods which were in the museum at the university.”
Rick commented, “I imagine his studies with Okola, and especially the work he did tracking down the legends of the golden skull, made him even more religious. I won’t say superstitious.”
“You’re right,” Tony said approvingly. “This is not superstition. Nangolat is as firmly convinced of the correctness of his religious beliefs as any Christian martyr. I’m sure he considered the object of our expedition as pure sacrilege.”
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“I’m with you up to a point,” Scotty remarked. “But why didn’t he kill the lot of us as soon as we landed? He could have gotten Rick and me the night we met you for dinner. We walked in a lot of dark places, and we weren’t particularly on guard.”
“He tried,” Tony reminded them. “We surprised him in my room at the Manila Hotel. Probably he was examining my effects to see if I had maps or charts. Then he waited in the walled city and tried to pick you two off with rifle fire.”
Chahda spoke up. “Not so easy to find chances to kill, even in city likeManila .With gang, yes.Alone, no.”
“He’s right,” Tony agreed
. “Then, somewhere along the line, Nangolat had a change of heart. I don’t know why. Perhaps his research told him that the drought and earthquakes would follow the digging up of the golden skull only if it should be done by unbelievers like us. Perhaps if the faithful do the uncovering, the Ifugao gods will smile. I don’t know. But Nangolat decided he wanted the expedition to help him find the artifacts.”
“The old competitive spirit got him,” Scotty murmured.“Wanted his side to win.”
“Maybe,” Tony said with a grin. “Anyway, he got away with the earth scanner; he had it when Nast turned me over to him. Of course he couldn’t use it. So he must have planned to capture one or all of us.
He could have waited until the expedition got here, but things would then be complicated by our hiring diggers and camp helpers, which he knew we intended to do. Also, we intended to contact the road commissioner at Bontoc, a man who represents law and order-such as it is. So Nangolat, apparently, decided to stake everything on capturing us, forcing us to find the cache,then removing our heads. By the time the law got around to looking for us, the artifacts would be well hidden by the Ifugaos, and so would our bodies. Our skulls would be aging gracefully in some hidden place. And no Ifugao would know a single thing about it when questioned. It was a good scheme.”
“Except for one thing,” Rick corrected. “The terraces cover miles. We could spend weeks searching.”
“There’s one bit of evidence you don’t have, boys. Remember that there is a major clue to the whereabouts of the cache?A dragon. Well, Nangolat knows-and has always known without knowing its significance until now-where the dragon is located.”
Tony smiled at the interested faces around him. “And that’s not all. I know where it is, too!”
CHAPTER XIV
Sign of the Dragon
The convoy formed at dawn. One jeep was left with Pilipil, who had learned to drive while working for the United States Air Force. The other jeep, with Tony, Chahda, and Rick, went ahead as advance guard. The truck, with Scotty, Angel, Balaban, and Dog Meat, carried the equipment.
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The earth scanner had been checked. It worked fine. Picks and shovels were ready, as were Tony’s cleaning brushes, knives, and other tools. When electronic science had located the treasure, old-fashioned digging methods would have to unearth it.
Rifles, carbines, and the single shotgun were loaded and ready. Hunting knives hung at belts.
Rick, driving the lead jeep, followed the twisting road up into the clouds that always seemed to hover at the top of the divide. It was bitter cold, but they were warmly dressed in clothing from their camp supplies. They kept a sharp lookout for Ifugao guards, but the road was deserted.
As the road descended into the Ifugao country, Tony kept watching for the first rice terrace. Soon he motioned to Rick. “Around this turn, I think. Slow.”
Rick rounded the turn and emerged on a natural terrace overlookingBanaueValley . The sun, justrisen , was a golden ball veiled by mist. It gave the valley a warm, subdued light that reflected from the green rice, and from the sheen of water in some terraces.
It was a scene of indescribable beauty. For long moments the occupants of truck and jeep just looked and said nothing. Then Dog Meat and Balaban slipped from the truck and went down the road to take up guard positions.
Rick and Tony went to the truck and took the earth scanner from Scotty. They carried it to the edge of the natural terrace and set it up. The others joined them, weapons in hand.
Chahda watched with special interest as the covers were taken from the portable boxes. He had never seen the earth scanner in operation.
“Plenty magic, I bet. You scientists make poor native boy scared with this machine.”
Rick snorted. “Come on and be useful, poor native boy. Connect these leads for me. They go into the frame-stock clips on thoseA batteries.”
Chahda made the connection with the ease of one who has worked with electronic apparatus before, but he kept muttering about how the poor native boy was “plenty snowed” by wonderful scientists. Rick just grinned and went ahead with connecting up the scanner. Tony didn’t quite know what to make of Chahda at first, but soon the Hindu boy’s dexterity convinced him that Chahda was pulling his leg.
Scotty threatened Chahda with the butt end of his rifle. “I’d offer you to the Ifugaos, if I didn’t know they can’t use empty heads.”
“You let that poor native boy alone,” Rick said with false concern. He lifted the probe from its foam rubber-lined receptacle and plugged its cord into the control panel. The earth scanner was ready to operate.
Its appearance was not unusual. There was a power pack, consisting of batteries and a dynamotor, an amplifier, and a control panel. In the control panel was an oscilloscope. The probe looked like an aluminum pipe but was really a special tube built like a segment of coaxial cable. The sensing unit was in an inner core, surrounded by an atmosphere of pressurized helium. At the tip of the probe was the sensing element which looked very much like the Geiger tube of a radiation detector surrounded by a helical coil.
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“Come on, you poor native, and I’ll show you how it works,” Rick invited.
“You not expect to find stuff here. You justtesting?” Chahda asked.
“We want to get a standard pattern,” Rick said. He pointed to the valley. “The terrace soil and rocks should be no different thanthose right here. So we’ll get the typical response of these, and when we get to our location we won’t have to take time-which could be important if we have Ifugao spear throwers shooting at us.”
“What’s typical response?” Chahda asked.
Rick showed him the helical coil at the end of the probe. “This coil is an antenna. It’s shooting out electromagnetic waves of very high frequency. When those waves hit anything, some are reflected. The reflected waves are picked up by the tube inside the coil.You with me?”
“Way ahead of you,” Chahda said. “Not all things reflect these waves the same, huh? Maybe themore dense , the better reflect. So loose earth not reflect too good, rocks little better, metal very good, and stuff like crystals best of all.”
“Poor native boy,” Tony said chidingly. “You knew how it worked all along.”
Rick shook his head. “He’s never seen it before, Tony. It’s just that he’s pretty quick on the uptake for a poor native boy.”
Chahda grinned. “Okay, chums, I’ll drop the gag. Go ahead, Rick, I not know everything yet.Why you testing here?”
“The minerals that make up the rocks and soil here will show a pattern. We’ll mark the pattern on this plastic screen.” Rick indicated a circle of white plastic, scaled like the face of the oscilloscope. “Then, when we go hunting, we’ll be looking for deviations from the pattern. For instance, there probably is no metal in the ground here. We’re looking for metal. When we find it, the blip on the scope will stand out very plainly. Got it?”
“Think so.Sounds easy. Let’s see it work.”
Rick held the tip of the probe at waist level. Tony adjusted the controls until the scopeflickered bright green. A vertical line on the face of the scope was a much lighter green, nearly white. Then, as Tony switched the activation circuit, the vertical line formed a pattern that varied in width from top to bottom.
Here and there a blip, a clear horizontal line, thrust out both ways from the center.
The present pattern was not unlike that of a stylized Christmas tree, with broad blips representing branches at the base, and increasingly narrower ones representing the branches at the top. Rick quickly sketched the pattern on the plastic circle.
“Now watch,” he said, and put his rifle on the ground under the probe.
The Christmas tree pattern developed a new element that ruined the design. It was a strong blip, thrusting out from center, about halfway up the pattern.
“Steel,” Rick said. “Other metals with good reflection qualities would show blips slightly higher or lower on the scale.”
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“Some gadget,” Chahda said admiringly. “What else you need know?”
“That’s all.” Tony was already closing the cover to the control panel. “We’re ready to move. Rick, suppose we just set this stuff in the back of the jeep instead of disconnecting it? Chahda could carry the probe.”
“Good idea. Then it will be ready for use.”
Scotty and Angel had been watching for signs of life in the valley below. At Rick’s hail they joined the group.
“Last instructions,” Tony said. “We will try to persuade Nangolat that our intentions are good, that we do not want to violatetaboos, and that we will do everything in our power to persuade the authorities that the artifacts should remain in the Ifugao country.”
“If Nangolat is not there,” Angel added, “I will explain to the Ifugaos that we are friends, that we are helping them to find sacred things that were lost many years ago.”
“And if none of this works,” Scotty picked up, “we will make one sweep with the scanner, looking for the cache, while holding off the Ifugaos. If they attack, that is. If one sweep turns up nothing, we will then beat a retreat.”
“We’ll have to worry about spears,” Tony said, “but the Ifugao spear is primarily a stabbing weapon, and they are not the marksmen that the Zulu is with an assagai . The risk will not be very great. I need not warn you to keep under cover as much as possible.And to shoot low if we must shoot. A leg wound will put a man out of action just as effectively as a hole in the head, at least when his only weapon is a spear.
We don’t want bloodshed. We archaeologists are a peaceful lot.”
“Let’s go,” Scotty said. He climbed into the truck. “Let’s make peace with the Ifugaos.”
“Put your truck into four-wheel drive,” Rick called. He started the jeep,then shifted into his own four-wheel drive. Then, with a toot of the horn, he started off. A few yards down the road Balaban and Dog Meat were waiting. Scotty slowed to let them climb aboard. Then the two-vehicle caravan speeded up to the maximum the mountain road allowed.
