The Deadly Curse of Toco-Rey (7 page)

Jay had been pondering something for several moments, and now he finally got the chance to ask, “But Dr. Basehart, if this is Brad Frederick, then who's buried in the grave back at the Corys' camp?”

For just an instant, Dr. Basehart seemed stumped by the question. “I forgot. There were
four
in the Cory party. We buried the three we found in the camp. This one, Mr. Frederick, met his terrible fate here in the ruins.” Dr. Basehart rose to his feet ceremoniously. “But now he, too, will be buried in a proper grave. We will see to that.”

Jacob Cooper was quite edgy. “But first we have to find Lila, before she ends up”—he shot a glance toward the skeleton at their feet—“like this.”

Jay swallowed. The thought was too horrible to imagine. “Man, let's go.”

“Tomás and Juan will help you search,” said Dr. Basehart, not even looking at his men to see if they approved of their assignment. “Carlos will accompany me back to the lab. I'm going to analyze this sample to see if I can isolate the toxin. We'll have to hope I can find an antidote in time.”

“We'll find Lila,” said Dr. Cooper with grave determination, “and we'll bring her to you.”

They were startled by another long, mournful wail deep within the ruins.

“That's Lila,” said Jay excitedly. “She's not too far away.”

“Good luck,” said Dr. Basehart, heading back toward the compound.

Dr. Cooper instructed Tomás, “You and Juan circle that way; Jay and I will go this way. We'll try to keep Lila between us until we can narrow down her location.”

They split up and headed into the jungle, moving slowly, cautiously. They kept an eye open for snakes and yellow carvies while keeping an ear open for any other sounds from Lila.

After they had gone some distance, Dr. Cooper stopped and motioned for Jay to hold up. They listened a moment. There was no sound.

And then there was. Another long, mournful wail.

“Dad,” Jay whispered in concern, “that wasn't Lila.”

Jacob Cooper nodded, then whispered, “Which means Armond Basehart has some explaining to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“He worked with the Cory party until they were killed. He had the video, he knew them by name, and now he's asking us to believe that he buried three of them and forgot about the other two.”

“Two?”

“Brad Frederick . . . and now this other scream we've been hearing.” Dr. Cooper listened a moment, but there was no other sound. “It's a human being in anguish, just like Lila. If you ask me, I think it's another one of the Cory party.”

Jay wrinkled his nose. “So there were
five
people on the Cory team?”

“We don't know. But I'm bothered that Dr. Basehart doesn't seem to remember.”

Jay asked, “If two of them went crazy like Lila, why would he try to hide that from us?”

Dr. Cooper sighed with disgust. “Greed. He's so intent on finding the treasure that he doesn't want us concerning ourselves with the Corys.”

Jay thought it over, then nodded. “Yeah. If we thought the Corys were still alive, we'd be trying to help them instead of searching for the treasure.”

“Exactly. I don't think a man like Armond Basehart has time for such moral considerations. And I don't think he was planning on us finding that skeleton—or hearing these screams.”

“So what really happened? Were the Corys attacked by the Kachakas or did they go crazy from contact with slug slime, or was it both, or what?”

“I think Armond Basehart knows but isn't telling. And now I'm wondering if he really has claustrophobia. It could be he's—”

A scream, then snarling and more screaming and thrashing in the brush: It was close by.

Dr. Cooper and Jay dove into the brush, shouldering their way through it, pushing, plowing, clawing ahead. It sounded like a chase out there: a victim fleeing, a predator hunting. They could envision the worst.

They broke out of the brush and into a clearing. They'd found more ruins—more gray, crumbling stone jutting up through the thick undergrowth. They shined their lights back and forth, the beams searching, searching. Someone was running, screaming, struggling on the other side of that crumbling wall. They caught sight of a droopy, billed cap.

“It's Lila!” Dr. Cooper exclaimed, running toward the ruin, his gun in his hand and Jay right alongside.

They leaped to the top of the wall. It was an old dwelling, four walls with no roof. Over in the corner, amid vines and plants, their light beams caught a young girl cowering in terror, her body curled up, her arms over her head.

“Lila!” her dad hollered, jumping down from the wall and running toward her.

Still atop the wall, Jay saw the bushes moving. Something was heading in Dr. Cooper's direction.

“Dad!”

Dr. Cooper heard the warning, felt a commotion to his left, and looked just in time to see—teeth! flashing eyes! a powerful fist!

He deflected the blow, ducked another one, then crouched down and used a judo move the third time to throw the creature into the bushes. It thrashed about, righting itself, leaping to its feet. It came at him again.

He had dropped his gun and the flashlight. No time to look for them.

The thing took a powerful leap through the air, arms outstretched, fingers like claws, a scream in its throat. Dr. Cooper ducked, deflected the weight, threw it off. Once again, it tumbled into the bushes.

No way to overpower it,
Dr. Cooper thought.
I
can only deflect it, but for how long?
He saw a metallic gleam amid the vines several feet away. He started to reach for it.

OOF! The blow knocked him sideways into green vines and crackling branches. He rolled onto his back and saw a face coming out of the dark. It was green, raging, other-worldly, drooling, full of murder.

The creature leaped. Jacob Cooper planted a foot in its belly and kicked it over his head and into the bushes again.

Now for that gun! He groped for it, searched for it.

BOOM!

Jay had found it and fired a round into the air.

The thing let out a cry of alarm and seemed to hesitate.

“Go on!” Jay hollered, shooting into the air again. “Get out of here!”

It turned and fled, thrashing through the brush.

Dr. Cooper got to his feet.

“Dad!” Jay screamed, “Look out!”

Dr. Cooper spun around, saw it coming, ducked.

A poison dart thunked into a branch right next to his head.

Poof!
A puff of air. A second dart zipped past Jay's ear.

The Coopers dropped to the ground, scurried, crawled, then peered through the leaves and branches. Dr. Cooper found his flashlight.

The light beam fell on a small hand clutching a short length of bamboo cane, aiming it.

Poof!
Another dart zinged through the leaves and branches only inches from Dr. Cooper's head.

“Don't shoot!” he called. “We're friends!”

They heard a frightened gasp. No more darts came their way.

“Hello?” Jacob Cooper called again. “Can you see us? We're friends. We won't hurt you.”

They poked their heads up and waved their hands so they could be clearly seen.

A dark-skinned, native girl looked back at them, a blowgun in her hand. Her face was full of fear. But when she saw them, she seemed to relax.

Then she let out a sigh and slumped to the ground in a faint.

They rushed forward to help her, cradling her head, feeling for a pulse. Her heartbeat was strong and she was breathing okay.

“Poor thing,” said Dr. Cooper. “She must have been terrified.” He picked up her blowgun and slipped it into his shirt pocket, then he used his flashlight to illumine the olive-skinned face and long, jet black hair. She was young, beautiful, close to Lila's age and stature.

“She's a native,” Dr. Cooper observed. “Probably a Kachaka.”

Jay was dismayed. “How'd she get Lila's hat?”

“She may have found it . . . or she could have encountered Lila.” He gently stroked her forehead and spoke to her. “Hello, little girl. Come on, wake up.”

A glow fell upon the girl's face and the stones of the old wall. There was a sound behind them.

As they turned, they saw torches coming over the wall and the dimly lit outlines of several men—
big
men—in loose clothing, some bare-chested. Some wore straw hats. They were carrying knives, rifles, clubs. A voice jabbered at them in an unknown language. More torches appeared. The light washed over the area.

A man approached them ahead of the others, his intense, lined face clear in the light of the torches. He was a native. Wearing pants and a ragged shirt topped by a tattered straw hat, he also carried an old rifle. When he saw them with the pitiful, unconscious girl, his eyes filled with horror and then rage. He screamed at them, aiming his rifle.

They let go of the girl and raised their hands.

The man screamed orders to his men, who immediately pushed through the brush toward them, brandishing their weapons. Two grabbed Jacob Cooper, putting a knife to his throat. Two more grabbed Jay and held him, taking away his father's gun. Two others gently picked up the girl and carried her aside. One more helped himself to the Coopers' flashlights.

Dr. Cooper spoke, though he was careful not to move or give his captors any reason to use the knife. “We were trying to help her. She was being attacked.”

The man seemed amused. “You like to make up stories?”

Here was a little hope. “You know English?”

The man cocked his head and smirked as if he'd heard a dumb question. “I pick up a little here and there. Yours sounds very good.”

“Sir, we
rescued
your daughter. She was being attacked—”

“By
you!
” the man hollered, gesturing with the barrel of the rifle. “You cannot fool me! You are mukai-tochetin!” His eyes darted about the ruins for an instant as if looking for hidden dangers. “You are everywhere! You want to scare us and kill us. Why? We are Kachakas! We did not violate the tomb!”

Uh-oh. This could be serious. “You are Kachakas?”

“You know that. Mukai-tochetin know everything. You know I am the chief, and you know the girl is my daughter.” He raised his rifle and appeared to be seriously considering pulling the trigger. “And that is why you tried to kill her, yes? To hurt
me!

”

“Sir . . . I am Dr. Jacob Cooper from America, and this is my son, Jay—”

The chief aimed the rifle directly into Dr. Cooper's face. Dr. Cooper could see right along the barrel into his eye. “No more lies! You only want to scare us, to kill us, to kill my daughter and hurt me!” He pulled back the hammer. “But I think I hurt you first!”

SIX

A
nother man shouted at the chief and then spoke hurriedly, as if trying to reason with him. It must have been a good argument—the chief uncocked his rifle and lowered it. The two talked a moment, throwing suggestions and counter-suggestions back and forth and pointing at the Coopers.

Finally, the chief gave in and spoke in English. “We take you to our village.” He jerked his thumb toward the man who argued with him. “Manito says if you are really mukai-tochetin, it will do no good to shoot you. But he thinks you are not mukai-tochetin. He thinks maybe you are just stupid Americans. We find out.”

With some not-so-gentle prodding from their well-armed captors, Jay and Dr. Cooper started walking through the ruins toward the unexplored jungle on the other side.

Jacob Cooper's anxiety was obvious as he told Jay, “We sure don't need this right now. Lila's still out there, probably dying.”

“So how do we get out of it?” Jay responded.

The chief was walking just ahead of them. Dr. Cooper called to him, “Uh, Chief . . .”

“Chief Yoaxa,” the chief informed him.

“Thank you. Chief Yoaxa. Listen, my daughter is lost somewhere in these ruins and in great danger. We were trying to find her when we found your daughter instead. Your daughter was being attacked by a, uh, a wild man. I don't know how else to describe it.”

The chief gave Dr. Cooper a good, long look and then smiled craftily. “Oh yes. A wild man. A mukai-tochetin!”

“Mukai-tochetin.” Jay was getting sick of the word. “What is that, anyway?”

The chief grinned as if being joked with. “You mukai-tochetin are very tricky. You try to test me, yes? But I know. When the great king Kachi-Tochetin was buried in his tomb, his best warriors were buried with him so their spirits would guard his treasure. You see? I know what you are.” His eyes narrowed with bitter anger. “But why are you out of your tomb? Why do you bother us? We do not like to be scared and screamed at and attacked! We have never bothered your treasure! We have not even seen it! We do not deserve the curse!” He gestured with his rifle, making his message clear. “You should go back to sleep in your tomb. Leave the living world to us!”

Dr. Cooper and Jay exchanged a glance. This was the Kachaka explanation for the toxin-induced madness!

“Chief Yoaxa, listen,” said Dr. Cooper. “I have good news for you. These people who are wandering about in the ruins are not the warriors of Kachi-Tochetin, not at all. They are explorers from America who have . . . well, they're sick and dying. They're out of their minds because—”

“Because they are ghosts.” The chief pointed his finger right in their faces. “And you are ghosts, dead warriors, just like them!”

“Chief, we are not dead warriors.”

The chief was getting impatient. “You attacked my daughter!”

Dr. Cooper was also getting impatient. “We did
not
attack your daughter! We saved your daughter from—well, from one of the sick Americans. He almost killed us and your daughter shot poison darts at us . . . If anything, we deserve your thanks!”