January 1931 Read online

"Perhaps this fellow in the other submarine has got them," suggested Larry.

  "But why weren't we taken to him too?" asked Diane. "What do you suppose they want with us, anyway, daddy?"

  "That, my dear, as I told you before," replied her father, "I am not disposed to conjecture. Time will reveal it. Meanwhile, we can only wait."

  As before, there was a note of anxiety in his voice not lost on either of them. And as for Larry, though he knew but little of those old religions, he knew enough to realize that their altars often ran with the blood of their captives, and he shuddered.

  With these grim thoughts between them, the trio fell silent.

  A silence that was interrupted presently by the arrival of a native bearing a tray heaped with strange food.

  Bowing, he placed it before them and departed.

  Upon examination, the meal proved to consist mainly of some curious kind of steamed fish, not unpalatable but rather rank and tough. There were several varieties of fungus, too, more or less resembling mushrooms and doubtless grown in some sunless garden of the pyramid.

  These articles, together with a pitcher of good water that had obviously been distilled from the sea, comprised their meal, and though it was far from appetizing, they ate it.

  But none of the three slept that night, though Diane dozed off for a few minutes once or twice, for their apprehension of what the dawn might hold made it impossible, to say nothing of the closeness of the air in that windowless subterranean room.

  Slowly, wearily, the hours dragged by.

  At length the native who had brought their food came again. This time he spoke.

  "He says we are now to be taken before the high priests," Professor Stevens translated for them.

  Almost with relief, though their faces were grave, they stepped out into the corridor, where an escort waited.

  * * * * *

  Five minutes later, after proceeding along an inclined gallery that wound ever upward, they were ushered into a vast vaulted chamber lit with a thousand phosphorescent lamps and gleaming with idols of gold and silver, jewels flashing from their eyes.

  High in the dome hung a great golden disc, representing the sun. At the far end, above a marble altar, coiled a dragon with tusks of ivory and scales of jade, its eyes two lustrous pearls.

  And all about the room thronged priests in fantastic head-dress and long white robes, woven through elaborately with threads of yellow and green.

  At the appearance of the captives, a murmur like a chant rose in the still air. Someone touched a brand to the altar and there was a flash of flame followed by a thin column of smoke that spiraled slowly upward.

  Now one of the priests stepped out--the supreme one among them, to judge from the magnificence of his robe--and addressed the trio, speaking slowly, rhythmically.

  As his strange, sonorous discourse continued, Professor Stevens grew visibly perturbed. His beard twitched and he shifted uneasily on his feet.

  * * * * *

  Finally the discourse ceased and the professor replied to it, briefly. Then he turned grave eyes on Larry and Diane.

  "What is it?" asked the latter, nervously. "What did the priest say, daddy?"

  Her father considered, before replying.

  "Naturally, I did not gather everything," was his slow reply, "but I gathered sufficient to understand what is afoot. First, however, let me explain that the dragon you see over there represents their deity Tlaloc, god of the sea. In more happy circumstances, it would be interesting to note that the name is identified with the Mayan god of the same element."

  He paused, as though loath to go on, then continued:

  "At any rate, the Antillians have worshipped Tlaloc principally, since their sun god failed them. They believe he dragged down their empire in his mighty coils, through anger with them, and will raise it up again if appeased. Therefore they propose today to--"

  "Daddy!" cried Diane, shrinking back in horror, while a chill went up Larry's spine. "You mean--mean that--"

  "I mean, my poor child, that we are about to be sacrificed to the dragon god of the Antillians."

  * * * * *

  The words were no more than uttered, when with a weird chant the Cabiri closed in on their victims and led them with solemn ceremonial toward the altar.

  In vain did Professor Stevens protest. Their decision had been made and was irrevocable. Tlaloc must be appeased. Lo, even now he roared for the offering!

  They pointed to the dragon, from whose nostrils suddenly issued hissing spurts of flame.

  Larry fumed in disgust at the cheap hocus-pocus of it--but the next moment a more violent emotion swept over him as he saw Diane seized and borne swiftly to that loathsome shrine.

  But even as he lunged forward, the professor reached his daughter's side. Throwing himself in front of her, he begged them to spare her, to sacrifice him instead.

  The answer of the priests was a blow that knocked the graybeard senseless, and lifting Diane up, half-swooning, they flung her upon the altar.

  "Mr. Hunter! Larry!" came her despairing cry.

  She struggled up and for a moment her blue eyes opened, met his beseechingly.

  That was enough--that and that despairing cry, "Larry!"

  With the strength of frenzy, he flung off his captors, rushed to her aid, his hard fists flailing.

  The pigmies went down in his path like grain before the scythe. Reaching the altar, he seized the priest whose knife was already upraised, and, lifting him bodily, flung him full into the ugly snout of that snorting dragon.

  Then, as a wail of dismay rose from the Cabiri, at this supreme sacrilege, he seized the now unconscious Diane and retreated with her toward the door.

  * * * * *

  But there spears barred his escape; and now, recovered from the first shock of this fearful affront to their god, the priests started toward him.

  Standing at bay, with that limp, tender burden in his arms, Larry awaited the end.

  As the maddened horde drew near, she stirred, lifted her pale face and smiled, her eyes still shut.

  "Oh, Larry!"

  "Diane!"

  "You saved me. I won't forget."

  Then, the smile still lingering, she slipped once more into merciful oblivion, and as Larry held her close to his heart, a new warmth kindled there.

  But bitterness burned in his heart, too. He had saved her--won her love, perhaps--only to lose her. It wasn't fair! Was there no way out?

  The priests were close now, their pasty faces leering with fierce anticipation of their revenge, when suddenly, from down the gallery outside that guarded door, came the sharp crash of an explosion, followed by shouts and the rush of feet.

  At the sound, the priests trembled, fled backward into the room and fell moaning before their idols, while the quaking guards strove frantically to close the door.

  * * * * *

  But before they could do so, in burst a half dozen brawny sailors in foreign uniform, bearing in their hands little black bulbs that looked suspiciously like grenades. Shouting in a tongue Larry could not distinguish above the uproar, they advanced upon the retreating guards and priests.

  Then, when all were herded in the far corner of the room, the sailors backed toward the door. Motioning for Larry and Diane to clear out, they raised those sinister little missiles, prepared to fling them.

  "Wait!" cried Larry, thinking of Professor Stevens.

  And releasing Diane, who had revived, he rushed forward, seized the prostrate savant from amid the unresisting Cabiri, and bore him to safety.

  "Daddy!" sobbed Diane, swaying to meet them.

  "Back!" shouted one of the sailors, shoving them through the door.

  The last glimpse Larry had of that fateful room was the horde of priests and guards huddled before their altar, voices lifted in supplication to that hideous dragon god.

  Then issued a series of blinding flashes followed by deafening explosions, mingled with shrieks of anguish.

  Sickened, he stood th
ere, as the reverberations died away.

  * * * * *

  Presently, when it was plain no further menace would come from that blasted temple, their rescuers led the trio back down those winding galleries, and through that long, straight tunnel to the smaller pyramid.

  Professor Stevens had recovered consciousness by now and was able to walk, with Larry's aid, though a matted clot of blood above his left ear showed the force of the blow he had received.

  The way, after reaching the smaller pyramid, led up those other galleries they had mounted the night before.

  This time, undoubtedly, they were to be taken before that mysterious usurping emperor. And what would be the result of that audience? Would it but plunge them from the frying pan into the fire, wondered Larry, or would it mean their salvation?

  Anyway, he concluded, no fate could be worse than the hideous one they had just escaped. But if only Diane could be spared further anguish!

  He glanced at her fondly, as they walked along, and she returned him a warm smile.

  Now the way led into a short, level passage ending in a door guarded by two sailors with rifles. They presented arms, as their comrades came up, and flung open the door.

  As he stepped inside, Larry blinked in amazement, for he was greeted by electric lights in ornate clusters, richly carpeted floors, walls hung with modern paintings--and there at the far end, beside a massive desk, stood an imposing personage in foreign naval uniform of high rank, strangely familiar, strangely reminiscent of war days.

  Even before the man spoke, in his guttural English, the suspicion those sailors had aroused crystallized itself.

  A German! A U-boat commander!

  * * * * *

  "Greetings, gentlemen--and the little lady," boomed their host, with heavy affability. "I see that my men were in time. These swine of Antillians are a tricky lot. I must apologize for them--my subjects."

  The last word was pronounced with scathing contempt.

  "We return greetings!" said Professor Stevens. "To whom, might I ask, do we owe our lives, and the honor of this interview?"

  Larry smiled. The old graybeard was up to his form, all right!

  "You are addressing Herr Rolf von Ullrich," the flattered German replied, adding genially: "commander of one of His Imperial Majesty's super-submarines during the late war and at present Emperor of Antillia."

  To which the professor replied with dignity that he was greatly honored to make the acquaintance of so exalted a personage, and proceeded in turn to introduce himself and party. But Von Ullrich checked him with a smile.

  "The distinguished Professor Stevens and his charming daughter need no introduction, as they are already familiar to me through the American press and radio," he said. "While as for Mr. Hunter, your Captain Petersen has already made me acquainted with his name."

  At the mention of the commander of the Nereid, all three of them gave a start.

  "Then--then my captain and crew are safe?" asked the professor, eagerly.

  "Quite," Von Ullrich assured him. "You will be taken to them presently. But first there are one or two little things you would like explained--yes? Then I shall put to you a proposal, which if acceptable will guarantee your safe departure from my adopted country."

  Whereupon the German traced briefly the events leading up to the present.

  * * * * *

  During the last months of the war, he had been placed in command of a special U-boat known as the "mystery ship"--designed to resist depth-charges and embodying many other innovations, most of them growing out of his own experience with earlier submarines.

  One day, while cruising off the West Indies, in wait for some luckless sugar boat, he had been surprised by a destroyer and forced to submerge so suddenly that his diving gear had jammed and they had gone to the bottom. But the craft had managed to withstand the pressure and they had been able to repair the damage, limping home with a bad leak but otherwise none the worse for the experience.

  The leak repaired and the hull further strengthened, he had set out again. But when in mid-Atlantic the Armistice had come, and rather than return to a defeated country, subject possibly to Allied revenge, he had persuaded his crew to remain out and let their craft be reported missing.

  What followed then, though Von Ullrich masked it in polite words, was a story of piracy, until they found by degrees that there was more gold on the bottom of the ocean than the top; and from this to the discovery of the sunken empire where he now held reign was but a step.

  They had thought at first they were looting only empty temples--but, finding people there, had easily conquered them, though ruling them, he admitted, was another matter. As, for instance, yesterday, when the priests had interfered with his orders and carried his three chief captives off to sacrifice.

  "Where now, but for me, you would be food for their gods!" he ended. "And if you do not find my hospitality altogether to your liking, friends, remember that you came uninvited. In fact, if you will recall, you came despite my explicit warning!"

  * * * * *

  But since they were here, he told them, they might be willing to repay his good turn with another.

  Whereupon Von Ullrich launched into his proposal, which was that Professor Stevens place the Nereid at his disposal for visiting the depths at the foot of the plateau, where lay the capital of the empire, he said--a magnificent metropolis known as the City of the Sun and modeled after the great Atlantean capital, the City of the Golden Gates, and the depository of a treasure, the greedy German believed, that was the ransom of the world.

  The professor frowned, and for a moment Larry thought he was going to remind their host that this was not a treasure hunt.

  "Why," he asked instead, "do you not use your own submarine for the purpose?"

  "Because for one thing, she will not stand the pressure, nor will our suits," was the reply. "And for another, she is already laden with treasure, ready for an--er--forced abdication!" with a sardonic laugh.

  "Then have you not enough gold already?"

  "For myself, yes. But there are my men, you see--and men who have glimpsed the treasures of the earth are not easily satisfied, Professor. But have no fear. You shall accompany us, and, by your aid, shall pay your own ransom."

  * * * * *

  Von Ullrich made no mention of the alternative, in case the aid was refused, but the ominous light Larry caught in his cold gray eyes spoke as clearly as words.

  So, since there was nothing else to do, Professor Stevens agreed.

  Whereupon the audience terminated and they were led from the presence of this arrogant German to another apartment, where they were to meet Captain Petersen and the crew of the Nereid.

  As they proceeded toward it, under guard, Larry wondered why Von Ullrich had even troubled to make the request, when he held it in his power to take the craft anyway.

  But after the first joyful moment of reunion, it was a mystery no longer, for Captain Petersen reported that immediately upon their capture, the commander of the U-boat had tried to force him to reveal the operation of the Nereid, but that he had steadfastly refused, even though threatened with torture.

  And to think, it came to Larry with a new twinge of shame, that he had suspected this gallant man of mutiny!

  * * * * *

  That very morning, while Professor Stevens and his party were still exchanging experiences with Captain Petersen and the members of the crew, Von Ullrich sent for them and they gathered with his own men in the small lock-chamber at the base of the pyramid.

  There they were provided with temporary suits by their host, since their own--which they brought along--could be inflated only from the Nereid.

  Beside her, they noted as they emerged in relays, the U-boat was now moored.

  Entering their own craft, they got under way at once and headed swiftly westward toward the brink of the plateau. Most of Von Ullrich's crew were with them, though a few had been left behind to guard against any treachery, on the part of the now su
llen and aroused populace.

  Slipping out over the edge of that precipitous tableland, they tilted her rudders and dove to the abysm below.

  Presently the central square of the illuminated panel in the navigating room showed three great concentric circles, enclosed by a quadrangle that must have been miles on a side--and within this vast sunken fortress lay a city of innumerable pyramids and temples and palaces.

  The German's eyes flashed greedily as he peered upon this vision.

  "There you are!" he exclaimed, quivering with excitement. "Those circles, that square: what would you judge they were, Professor?"

  "I would judge that originally they were the canals bearing the municipal water supply," Martin Stevens told him quietly, suppressing his own excitement, "for such was said to be the construction of the City of the Golden Gates; but now I judge they are walls raised on those original foundations by the frantic populace, when the submergence first began, in a vain effort to hold back the tides that engulfed them."

  "And do you think they are of gold?"

  "Frankly, no; though I have no doubt you will find plenty of that element down there."

  Nor was the prediction wrong, for modern eyes had never seen such a treasure house as they beheld when presently the Nereid came to rest outside that ancient four-walled city and they forced their way inside.

  * * * * *

  Though the walls were not of gold, the inner gates were, and the temples were fairly bursting with the precious metal, as well as rare jewels, the eyes of a thousand idols gleaming with rubies and emeralds.

  But where was the populace, amid all this prodigious wealth? Was there no life down here?

  Von Ullrich declared through the vibrator of his pressure-suit that he had heard there was. And as though in substantiation, many of the temples showed the same bell-jar construction as the pyramids above, though even stouter, revealing evidences of having been occupied very recently; but all were flooded and empty. The city was as a city of the dead.

  This ominous sign did not deter the "emperor," however. Ruthlessly he and his men looted those flooded temples, forcing Professor Stevens and his party to lend aid in the orgy of pillage.

  And all the time, Larry had an uneasy feeling of gathering furtive hosts about them, waiting--waiting for what?