Rick looked doubtful. "We shouldn"t leave the plane."
"Do not fear. It will be perfectly safe."
Santos switched to the native language, speaking briefly and with authority. The crowd obediently fell back a few paces, leaving a cleared area around the plane. The road commissioner had the situation under control, all right.
Nevertheless, Angel Manotok said, "I will wait here."
Rick nodded. That was best. He and Scotty followed Santos to the office, a few hundred feet down the street. The office was on the second floor of a frame building. The first floor was a work area filled with tools, including a bulldozer and a road sc.r.a.per.
Before discussing business, Santos insisted on refreshment. He clapped his hands and a dungaree-clad Filipino workman appeared. Santos spoke.
In a few moments the workman reappeared. Both boys were surprised when he offered them their favorite American beverage. It seemed strange to be sipping c.o.ke in a place inhabited by primitive people clad in breechcloths, some of them armed with short spears.
Rick got down to business. "Can you find out if a truck and a green sedan have pa.s.sed through Bontoc?"
"What kind of truck, please?"
Rick described it. "We don"t have the make of the sedan. It may have had five men in it." He couldn"t believe that the sedan had reached Bontoc, however.
Santos picked up his phone, reached down, and whirled a crank. The phone rang. He spoke Ilokano into it, then received a reply from the other end. He spoke again, then hung up. "That was the gateman at the edge of town. No truck and no sedan pa.s.sed through here today."
CHAPTER IX
Ifugao Country
There was only one difficulty, but it was a major one. Rick didn"t know whether or not the district road commissioner could be believed. Santos was Lazada"s man.
The boys finished their c.o.kes before Rick decided on a course of action.
If Santos was lying, they would find out soon enough. So, for the present, they would a.s.sume that he was telling the truth, and that he could be trusted.
"Is the province peaceful up this way?" Rick asked.
"Oh, yes." Santos replied. "It is usually very peaceful. Sometimes on the road south there is a holdup, but the Igorots in Bontoc and the Ifugaos at Banaue cause no trouble."
"Glad to hear it," Scotty said. "When we start digging, some of the Ifugaos may get upset. I"m glad to hear that they"re not often riled up."
"What are your plans?" Santos asked.
Rick shrugged. "It is hard to know where to begin. Before we plan our campaign to locate the place where we dig, we must survey the terraces.
Is there any sort of field where I could land at Banaue?"
"No," Santos replied with great positiveness. "Once you see the terraces you will see for yourself that there is no place."
Rick stood up and Scotty followed suit. "I think perhaps we had better fly over to Banaue and see the terraces. Then we will have a better understanding of our problems. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. De los Santos."
"It is nothing. But tell me. Isn"t there another in your party? Another American?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Oh, the a.s.sistant Secretary of the Interior phoned personally. He described all of you, and said to do everything possible to make your visit interesting and successful."
"That was very good of him," Rick said. "We will be back again, perhaps tomorrow. Will you be here?"
"I believe so. If I am not, it will be because I am inspecting a road section. Never am I gone long."
Santos lingered to give instructions in the native language to one of his men, and Rick took advantage of the few seconds to whisper to Scotty:
"I"ll stall him. Get back to the plane. Have Angel make a deal with those Igorot boys to keep an eye on the road. I want another spy in Bontoc besides someone we know is Lazada"s man. You know what"s needed."
Scotty did. He hurried off to do what was necessary. Rick waited for Santos, then asked the commissioner to point out the road to Banaue. "I plan to follow the road in my plane. Do you think that is all right?"
Santos did. "You may lose the road in the clouds as you cross the top of the mountain range that divides the Igorot tribe from the Ifugaos, but you should then be able to see Banaue. Will you come back here after you have seen the terraces?"
"Not today. We probably will be back tomorrow in a jeep. The plane is handy, but we can"t land at Banaue, you say."
"You will see. And I will see you tomorrow. Then you can tell me how the terraces look from the air."
"Better still," Rick promised. "Next time I have the plane here, I"ll take you to see for yourself."
Scotty winked as Santos and Rick approached the plane, and Rick knew that Scotty and Angel had been able to make a deal with Pilipil, the Igorot boy, and his friend. The party shook hands with Santos, then climbed into the plane. The crowd of natives moved away from the road as Rick started the engine, then turned the plane and taxied down the road to the take-off point he had selected. He was a little nervous, for fear a child might dart into the road while he was picking up flying speed, but the crowd was well-disciplined and held steady as the Sky Wagon roared past and climbed.
"We now have Pilipil and his pal working for us," Scotty said when they were air-borne.
"They"re smart boys," Angel added. "They"ll be able to report on every car and every person pa.s.sing through Bontoc from now until we get back."
Rick nodded. "Good. But I"m still worried. We"ve done everything we could think of, but there"s no pay-off. We still haven"t found Tony. We were sure whoever kidnaped him would head for the Ifugao country, but there were no sedans on the road today. How do we know Tony isn"t hidden somewhere near Baguio? How do we know he"s still alive?"
Scotty put a hand on his shoulder. "Why wouldn"t he be alive? Who would gain anything by his death? We have to remember that the gimmick in this whole business is a golden skull. Nast wants it, Nangolat wants it, Lazada wants it, and we want it. No one has it."
Rick gained alt.i.tude steadily, keeping an eye on the twisting road below. "All right. I"ll go along with your reasoning. Whoever wants the golden skull has to go to Banaue to find it. It can"t be found--unless by a lucky accident--without the earth scanner. And who has the scanner?"
"Nangolat."
"Can he use it?"
"No."
Rick shrugged. "Tony can use the scanner, though. We suspect that Nast has Tony. The question is what is the relationship between Nangolat and Nast?"
Below the Sky Wagon the high green mountains marched in a series of ridges from horizon to horizon. This was the divide between Igorot and Ifugao country. Rick let the conversation lag as he searched below and ahead for a landmark. There was a little cloud cover around him, as Santos had predicted.
Then the cloud was past and the three looked down into the great valley of Banaue.
Rick and Scotty gasped. It was incredible! As far as they could see, the mountains on either side of the valley were sculptured into irregular green steps, or terraces. The smallest terrace was perhaps only a few feet square, while the larger ones were the size of a football field.
They rose in an irregular triangle right to the base of the clouds.