The Caves of Fear: A Rick Brant Science-Adventure Story Read online

  CHAPTER X

  The Ambush at Llhan Huang

  It was late afternoon before the Spindrift caravan left the rocks of themountain pass and reached better ground. They paused on top of a small,pyramid-shaped hill while one of the bearers retied the pack on hismule.

  Zircon looked at the formation with interest. "An old volcanic cone," hepointed out. "Notice the regularity of the slope? And we're in a kind ofsaucer that once was a live crater."

  Rick could see it clearly once the scientist mentioned its volcanicorigin. The saucer was perhaps a dozen yards across, and its edge wasmarked by a definite rim. Whoever first made the trail apparently haddecided to go right up and across the hill instead of pushing throughthe dense underbrush at its base.

  In a moment they started again, the mules picking their way carefullydown the hillside. At the bottom of the hill was a rather dense forest,and beyond it the valley.

  Sing called back over his shoulder. "Llhan Huang is just past the woods.We'll meet Ko there, I think. I just saw the last of his mules goinginto the woods."

  Rick stood up in his stirrups and rubbed his raw and aching thighs. Thethree had ridden horseback before, but not to any great extent, and thelong trail was a hard initiation.

  He noted that the sun was dropping behind the western peaks, and he knewfrom experience that it would be dark in a few minutes. The greatwestern range was so high in the air that it brought night by blockingout the sunlight surprisingly early in the afternoon.

  Then he rode into the forest and gloom closed in around him. It wascold. He zipped up his windbreaker and reached for his gloves. He sawthat the trail through the forest twisted and turned to miss the bighardwood trees, so that sometimes he could see only the mule in front ofhim. Zircon and Scotty, at the rear of the column, were out of sightmost of the time.

  It grew darker rapidly. Rick reached into his saddlebag and drew out aflashlight, tucking it into his jacket pocket where it would be handy.When he could see the sky overhead, it was dark gray and he knew nightwas close at hand.

  Presently he found himself peering through the gloom even to see themule directly in front. When they got out of the woods it would belighter, he hoped.

  Then, as he stood up again to ease his saddle burns, the woods aroundthem were suddenly alive with gunfire! His pony reared and would havebolted if he had not gripped the reins tight and jerked him to a stop.He caught a glimpse of orange flashes in the gloom, and from ahead heheard a sudden scream from one of the mules.

  Scotty's voice rose in a yell. "Turn around! Turn! Get back out of thewoods to the hilltop!"

  Rick saw his friend's strategy at once. On the hilltop, they could fightoff almost a battalion. He pulled his quivering pony around on thenarrow trail and yelled at Sing.

  The guide's voice came in answer. "Coming! We're coming!"

  A slug whined past Rick's ear and slapped into a tree trunk. He trieddesperately to get the rifle out of his saddle sheath while controllinghis fear-crazed pony. Then he heard the roar of Sing's shotgun. Therewas no sound of firing from Scotty and Zircon, and he guessed they werehaving trouble with their mounts, too. None of them was horseman enoughto fire from the saddle.

  Rick stopped trying to get the rifle free and bent low, urging his ponyon. Behind him, he heard the pound of mule hoofs, and in the woods onboth sides the rustle of underbrush as the attackers tried to keep up.The shots were fewer now, thank goodness!

  In a few moments the racing column broke out of the woods into betterlight. Ahead, Rick saw Zircon and Scotty go over the rim of the volcanichill, and within seconds saw them reappear again on foot, rifles inhand.

  "Come on," Scotty yelled. "We'll cover you!"

  Zircon's big .45-90 spoke with a decisive slam and Rick heard the heavyslug crash through the brush. Then the mules ahead of him topped thehill and in a moment he was out of the saddle, too, rifle in hand.

  He joined Scotty and Zircon in time to see Sing and the other twobearers race up the hill. One mule was missing.

  "Hold your fire," Scotty said. "There's nothing to shoot at unless yousee a muzzle flash."

  Sing jumped from his mule's saddle and took command. He spoke rapidly tothe bearers, who at once forced the mules to their knees and then overon their sides. "So they won't get hit," Sing explained. "We lost onemule." He reloaded his shotgun, his face worried.

  "Did you see anyone?" Rick asked.

  "No. But I'm afraid for Ko. We had almost caught up when they startedshooting. I saw one of his mules right ahead of me."

  "Let's hope he found some sort of cover," Zircon said. He glanced at thesky. "It will be completely dark within a few minutes. Sing, scatteryour men around the rim. They can keep watch, even if they have norifles. The rest of us can take up positions at equal distances fromeach other around the rim."

  Scotty adjusted his rifle sights. "Afraid of an attack after dark,professor?"

  "I am. This attack probably was timed to catch us in the woods in thedarkness. We're fortunate that Scotty's memory is good. Suggesting thehill was a wonderful idea."

  "I knew we'd be cut to pieces in the woods," Scotty said.

  Rick surveyed the terrain anxiously. Sing was posting his men. "A goodthing they're not very expert shots," Rick said. "They took uscompletely by surprise."

  Scotty walked to the rim and found a position that suited him. "Not muchdanger of their hitting us except at point-blank range, if their gunsare like some of those we've seen."

  Zircon found a position, too, and Rick searched for one that he liked.He finally chose a place where a broken rock pile would give him cover.It was so dark now that he could scarcely see.

  There were plenty of noises down the hill, but no firing. Rick waited,rifle thrust out before him. Were they gathering for a rush? And whowere they? Then he heard the noise of a dislodged pebble on the hillsidebelow him. He strained to see, but it was too dark. He thought: If onlyI had the infrared light and the glasses! They were in one of the packs.Stupid not to have thought of them at once, he berated himself. Now hedidn't dare leave his position until he found out what was below.

  There was the sound of a body sliding over low brush almost directlybeneath him. He tensed, then as an afterthought, he reached into hispocket and brought out the flashlight. With it, he thought, he couldblind the attacker and at the same time get a shot at him. He put histhumb on the button and waited.

  In a moment a figure loomed out of the darkness only a few feet away.Rick sucked in his breath and half lifted his rifle for a one-hand shot.At the same moment, he pressed the flashlight button.

  The beam shot squarely into the face of Worthington Ko!

  Rick put down his rifle quickly to extend a helping hand to themerchant. And then he noticed something.

  Shoot a light into the eyes of a man whose pupils are dilated bydarkness and there is a definite reaction. If the eyes are normal, thepupils contract sharply.

  One of Ko's did. Rick saw them, magnified by the thick glasses. Theother pupil didn't change at all.

  And as the fact registered, Rick saw something else. In one of Ko'shands was a grenade!

  In the instant that Rick grabbed up his rifle and swung it like a club,he guessed the answer.

  _Ko was the Chinese with the glass eye!_