of gold brought to her face things which not even the Serpent's head of the diamond had evoked.
THE prospect of a long session of talk began to fade out in Kirby's mind.
"But Naida, whatever is there about this fragment of gold to startle you as it does?"
By this time all of the thirty-odd other girls had come flocking about them, and all were staring at the cylinder as fascinatedly as Naida.
"Do you see what he has there?" Naida finally asked, ignoring Kirby in her continued excitement.
"Do we see?" answered the girl she had addressed. "Naida, surely it is the carving which was lost!"
Naida was quivering with feeling now.
"Do you realize what it means to our cause that it should have been returned to us in this way?"
The girl to whom she had spoken, and the others, simply looked at her, but in one face after another presently dawned awe and joy.
Kirby stood still, puzzled and interested, until at last Naida was recovered enough to speak to him.
"Where did you get this thing which you call 'a fragment of gold'?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"I found it," Kirby answered, "lying beside the skeleton of an upper-world man, while I was ascending the canyon which brought me to the Valley of the Geyser."
"And you do not know what the cylinder is? But no, of course you could not."
"What is it, Naida?"
NAIDA glanced at her friends, then laid her hand on Kirby's.
"Next to the great diamond, it is the most cherished possession of our race. In some respects it is even more holy than the Serpent's head. The cylinder happens to be the first work in gold which was ever produced by our people. It was made when the race was new. It was because our first wise men had found they could create things of beauty like this cylinder, that they decided to attempt the creation of the Serpent's head, which is supposed to have brought all of our blessings upon us."
Kirby thought he was beginning to understand the excitement which his introduction of the cylinder had created. He also thought he could see what Naida had meant by implying that the cylinder could be made to aid their cause.
"Tell me," he asked in a mood approaching reverence, "how the cylinder came to be lying beside a dead man's bones."
"It was stolen," Naida answered in the breathless silence which the others were keeping. "When I was very young, an upper-world man found his way here, and the Duca captured and meant to sacrifice him. But while they were leading him to the temple where such special ceremonies are held—the building stands on another plateau, beyond this—the man broke away. Some of the priests in the procession were carrying the cylinder, for it was an occasion of great importance. The prisoner knocked them down, got the cylinder away from them, and finally escaped by the same route over which you came."
"And he escaped," said Kirby wonderingly, "only to be killed by a rattlesnake before he ever reached the civilized world. But do you mean that you never knew your sacred cylinder was so close to you all these years?"
Naida shook her head.
"We never got to the canyon of which you speak, for a special reason which I shall explain some day. And besides that, I think the Duca was afraid of this man who fought so bravely. So he counted the cylinder as lost. And that is one of the reasons why he killed the men with the rifles, who appeared in the Valley a few years later."
