Then Uncle Press stopped and held out a hand to still me. He had heard something. I listened and heard it too. Something was coming toward us. Fast. I put the whistle to my lips, ready to blow my lungs out, but Uncle Press stopped me. He wanted to make sure what it was first. Good thing too, because as it turned out it wasn’t a quig. It was Alder. If I had blown the whistle, I might have woken up a napping quig.
Alder ran up to us out of breath and said, “Loor has found the way out. This way!” He then turned and ran back the way he came.
Excellent. We were one step closer to getting out of there. Uncle Press nodded to me and took off running after Alder. I followed close behind. We ran through the dark tunnels as quietly as possible so as not to sound the dinner bell. After a few turns I began to see light up ahead. We were headed toward a section of the quig pen that was brighter than where we’d been. We made one last turn around a rock outcropping and I saw why.
There was a large, round hole in the rock ceiling. I saw blue sky above. I even heard the sound of crashing waves. We were right on the edge of the bluffs. The hole was big, maybe about the size of your above-ground pool, Mark. It was just about the right size for a quig to fit through. I now saw how the Bedoowan managed the quig pen. All they had to do was shove a quig into the hole from above and it would fall into this cavern and be trapped. The only way out was through the door to the stadium. I guess once a quig was down here, it never left because the hole was too high for an animal to crawl back out. Of course, that also meant it was too high forus to climb out of too. Our freedom was a mere thirty feet away, but it was thirty feet straight up and out of our reach. I had no clue how we could possibly make it.
But Loor did. When Alder and Uncle Press and I arrived at the hole, she was busily tying a long vine to the end of her stolen Bedoowan spear.
“There is a rope up there,” she explained quickly. “I will get it down for us to climb out.”
I looked up and saw that sure enough there was a thick rope that looped down below the hole. My guess is that this was an emergency escape route for any unlucky Bedoowan who happened to stumble down here. One of his buddies could drop the rope from above for him to climb out.
“Make it fast,” said Uncle Press. “We gotta get out before the knights catch up.”
He was right. Even if we got out of here, that didn’t mean the Bedoowan knights wouldn’t be waiting for us on top. They may have been barbaric, but they weren’t idiots. If this were the only way out, they would be headed for this hole for sure. The faster we got out, the better chance we had of getting away. Suddenly I was less concerned about the quigs than about what we might find above.
Loor expertly tied the long vine to the spear and stood up. She tested its weight since it was now imbalanced because of the vine. Then she looked up at her target. To be honest, I had no doubt that she would nail this on the first shot. That’s how good she was. With a grunt of air, she javelin tossed the spear up at the dangling rope. It flew toward the ceiling with the long vine trailing behind like a contrail. The spear made a perfect arc through the loop of the hanging rope and careened back toward the ground. Loor had just threaded a needle thirty feet in the air. The trailing vine draped over the loop of rope with both ends now touching the ground. Alder quickly grabbed the vine and gave it a yank, pulling down the rope. Our escape route was set. Loor had done it. I told you, she was good.
Now as I looked up at that rope, all that came to mind was the dreaded rope climb in gym class. I hated that. Some guys could climb that rope like monkeys. I wasn’t one of them. Sure I could get up, but it wasn’t quick. And right now, speed was a good thing. But what choice did I have? None. All I could do was hope that adrenaline would help me climb this thing.
Loor started up first. I wasn’t surprised to see that she climbed it like one of the aforementioned monkey boys. I don’t think she even used her legs. She muscled up the rope as if gravity weren’t an issue. She got to the top in seconds and climbed up through the hole. She scanned the outside and leaned back down to say, “We are alone. Hurry.”
That was good. The knights hadn’t figured out what we were doing yet. Maybe theywere idiots after all. Loor then threw something down to us. I had to duck out of the way or it would have hit me. When I looked back, I smiled with relief. It was a rope ladder. I guess not all the Bedoowan were as strong as Loor. Some of the weenies had to take the easy way up, like me. I had no problem with that.
Uncle Press grabbed the bottom of the ladder and held it taut.
“Alder, go,” he commanded.
Without hesitation our Bedoowan friend began his climb. He was kind of a big, clumsy guy so he wasn’t as quick on the rope as Loor. Still, he was on his way up and that was good. As he climbed, Uncle Press looked to me and for the first time he smiled.
“That was a brave thing you did, Bobby,” he said. “Jumping in the ring like that.”
I was feeling pretty good about myself. Granted, I was pretty sure the whistle would work, but still it was a scary thing to do. Maybe I even impressed Loor. But even though I was feeling all proud, I had to act the way all good heroes act at a time like this.
“No big deal,” I said with as much humility as I could muster. “You would have done the same thing.”
I looked up and saw that Alder was struggling, but he was almost at the top. I took the few seconds left before it was my turn to ask something that was bugging me.
“You weren’t surprised to see me,” I said to Uncle Press. “How come?”
“I know you, Bobby,” was his answer. “Maybe better than you know yourself. I knew you’d come after me. And since you had the whistle, I knew you’d use it.”
I don’t think Uncle Press realized how close I was tonot coming. I thought back to where my head was when I first arrived on Denduron and I was ashamed to remember how rescuing Uncle Press was pretty low on my list of concerns. But you know, the bottom line is that I made the right decision. So maybe it’s okay to think like a weenie sometimes, so long as you don’t act like one. There’s a grand philosophy in there someplace. I’ll leave it up to you guys to figure out what it is.
“You were right,” I said. “Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” Uncle Press asked.
“This isn’t the whistle you gave me. I lost that when we hit that boulder.”
Uncle Press gave me a quizzical look. It was the first time I saw doubt in his face since we started this adventure.
“I don’t get it,” he said. “Did you make another one?”
I held up the silver whistle and said, “No, this is from home.”
Uncle Press quickly let go of the rope ladder, then swiped the whistle out of my hand.
“How did you get this?” he demanded. “Did you bring it with you?”
Uh-oh. Something told me I had done a bad thing.
“N-No,” I said nervously. “I wrote to my friends and told them I needed one. Then I took the flume back to the subway and-”
Uncle Press did something stunning. He took the whistle, whirled, and threw it up and out of the hole in the ceiling!
“Throw it in the ocean!” he shouted to Loor above. “Now!”
Loor obeyed without question. She picked up the whistle and threw it. Uncle Press then spun back to me and stared me down with a look of intensity that made my knees buckle.
“I told you,” he seethed. “We can only use what the territory has to offer! That’s why I didn’t bring the gun with me.”
My mind was spinning. That’s exactly what he had warned me about, but frankly, I forgot.
“Did you get anything else from home?” he asked.
Uh-oh again. Not only had I gotten some other things, I left them scattered all over the Bedoowan palace. I wasn’t sure why this was such a bad thing, but from the look on Uncle Press’s face, I had made a grave mistake. Before I fessed up we heard a noise. It came from deep down in one of the tunnels that stretched out behind us. Uncle Press and I both whirled toward the sound. We listened a moment…then heard it again. Yup, it was a growl. Turned out there were more than two quigs in the cavern after all and from the sound of things, our new company had just woken up.