"It was the storehouse of treasure."
The Place of Hairy Death
By Anthony Rud
A tale of a horde of venomous spiders and two men—one brave, the other
not so brave—in a hidden treasure-room of the Mayas
At least not alone, Señor! If I were like you, young, handsome, and with the strength of two men in my arms, I would not venture at all down into those ancient workings. I foresee trouble; and in those horrible, dripping tunnels below Croszchen Pahna where death may lurk in every slime-lined crevice, a comrade who will not flinch is even more necessary than your own great courage.
Ah, it is not a nice place down there! I have been part-way, many years ago. I suppose every young mozo in all this district of Quintana Roo once could say as
much. For there was a tale of treasure,
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