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Campos understood。 He smiled cynically。 〃It makes me sick to think about all the bandits running loose to rob and murder foreign visitors。〃
While they waited for Lieutenant Ramos and his squad to exit the passageway and load the artifacts； Matos walked over and inspected the stone demon。 He reached out and laid his hand on the neck and was surprised at the coolness of the stone after it had been absorbing the sun's rays all day。 Abruptly； he jerked his hand back。 It felt as if the cold stone had suddenly turned pliant and slimy like the scaly skin of a fish。
He stepped back； startled； and half spun around to hurry away。 At that instant he saw a human head rising over the edge of the sharp drop in front of the demon。 As a man who grew up in a family of university instructors； he did not believe in superstition and folklore。 Matos stood frozen more out of curiosity than fright。
The head rose and was seen to be attached to the body of a man who wearily climbed onto the surface of the summit。 Then the intruder stood unsteadily for a moment and aimed an old rifle at Matos。
Yuma had lain on a ledge for nearly a full minute； catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow。 When he lifted his head over the rim； he saw a strange looking little man with a bald head and huge glasses； incongruously dressed in a business suit with shirt and tie； staring back at him。 To Yuma； the man reminded him of the government officials who passed through the Montolo village once a year； promising aid in the form of fertilizer； feed and grain； and money； but went on their way and never delivered。 After climbing over the rim of the slope he also spotted a group of men standing by the army helicopter 30 meters （100 feet） away。 They did not notice him。 He had planned the climb to terminate behind the great stone demon out of sight of anyone。 Except Matos； who unfortunately happened to be standing nearby。
He pointed his worn and scarred old Winchester at the man and spoke softly。 〃Do not make a sound or you die。〃
Yuma did not have to look back to confirm that the first of his neighbors and relatives were scrambling onto the mountaintop。 He realized that he desperately needed another minute for all of his tiny force to reach high ground。 If the man in front of him gave the alarm； all surprise would be lost and the rest of his people would be caught in an exposed position on the mountainside。 He had to stall somehow。
Matters were made even worse by the sudden appearance of an officer and a squad of army engineers who walked from a deep fissure in the rock。 They looked neither left nor right and headed straight toward what appeared to Yuma as a staggered row of short； golden men。
At seeing the approaching engineers； the helicopter pilot started up his engines and set them on idle and engaged the twin rotors of the big transport。
Beside the stone demon； Matos slowly raised his hands。
〃Put your hands down！〃 Yuma hissed。
Matos did as he was ordered。 〃How did you get through our security？〃 he demanded。 〃What are you doing here？〃
〃This is my people's sacred ground；〃 Yuma answered quietly。 〃You are defiling it with your greed。〃
For every few seconds gained； two more Montolos climbed over the rim of the ledge behind Yuma and formed a group out of sight behind the demon。 They had e this far without causing injury or death； and Yuma hated to start now。
〃Walk back toward me；〃 he ordered Matos。 〃Stand next to the demon。〃
There was a wild； crazed look in Matos's eyes。 His lust for golden wealth slowly began to short…circuit his fear。 His share would make him rich beyond his wildest dreams。 He couldn't give it up because of a band of superstitious Indians。 He glanced nervously over his shoulder at the engineers closing with the helicopter。 Dread of losing his dreams created an agonizing knot in his stomach。
Yuma could see it ing。 He was losing the man in the suit。 〃You want gold？〃 said Yuma。 〃Take it and leave our mountain。〃
As he saw more men materializing behind Yuma； Matos finally snapped。 He turned and began to run； shouting； 〃Intruders！ Shoot them！〃
Without lifting his gun and aiming； Yuma fired from the hip； his shot striking Matos in the knee。 The bureaucrat jerked sideways； his glasses flew off his head； and he sprawled heavily on his chest。 He rolled over on his back； raising his leg and clutching his knee with both hands。
Yuma's relatives and neighbors； guns at the ready； fanned out like ghosts in a cemetery as they encircled the helicopter。 Lieutenant Ramos； no fool he； instantly took in the situation。 His men were engineers and not infantrymen and carried no weapons。 He immediately raised his hands in surrender and shouted to his small squad to do likewise。
Zolar swore loudly。 〃Where in hell did these Indians e from？〃
〃No time to reason why；〃 snapped Oxley。 〃We're pulling out。〃
He jumped through the cargo hatch and pulled Zolar in after him。
〃The gold warriors！〃 Zolar protested。 〃They're not loaded。〃
〃Forget them。〃
〃No！〃 Zolar resisted。
〃You damn fool。 Can't you see； those men are armed。 The army engineers can't help us。〃 He turned and yelled to the pilot of the helicopter。 〃Lift off！ Andale； andale！〃
Colonel Campos was slower than the others to react。 He stupidly ordered Lieutenant Ramos and his men to resist。 〃Attack them！〃 he cried。
Ramos stared at him。 〃With what； Colonel； our bare hands？〃
Yuma and his tribal members were only 10 meters （33 feet） from the helicopter now。 So far only one shot had been fired。 The sight of the sun glinting off the golden warriors momentarily stunned the Montolos。 The only pure gold object any of them had ever seen was a small chalice on the altar of the little mission church in the nearby village of Ilano Colorado。
Dust began to swirl as the pilot applied the throttles and the rotor blades of the helicopter furiously beat the air。 The wheels were lifting off the mountain's summit when Campos finally realized discretion was the better part of greed。 He ran four steps and leaped toward the cargo door at the urging of Charles Oxley who reached out for him。
At that instant the helicopter lurched sharply upward。 Campos's upraised hands caught empty air。 His momentum carried him under the helicopter and off the edge of the cliff as if he'd taken a running dive into water。 Oxley watched the colonel's body grow smaller and smaller as it turned end over end before smashing onto the rocks far below。
〃Good Christ；〃 gasped Oxley。
Zolar； grimly hanging on to a strap inside the cargo bay； did not witness Campos's plunge to the base of the mountain。 His concerns were elsewhere。 〃Cyrus is still down in the cavern。〃
〃He's with Amaru and his men。 Not to worry。 Their automatic weapons are more than a match for a few Indians carrying hunting rifles and shotguns。 They'll leave in the last helicopter still on the mountain。〃
Only then did it occur to Zolar that someone was missing。 〃Where's Matos and the colonel？〃
〃The Indians shot Matos and Campos made his move too late。〃
〃He stayed on Cerro el Capirote？〃
〃No； he fell off Cerro el Capirote。 He's dead。〃
Zolar's reaction was a psychiatrist's dream。 His expression went thoughtful for a moment； and then he broke out laughing。 〃Matos shot and the good colonel dead。 More profits for the family。〃
Yuma's prearranged plan with Pitt was acplished。 He and his people had secured the summit and forced the evil ones from the sacred mountain of the dead。 He watched as two of his nephews led Lieutenant Ramos and his army engineers down the steep trail to the desert floor below。
There was no way to carry Matos。 His knee was tightly bandaged and he was forced to hobble along as best he could； assisted by a pair of engineers。
Curiosity drew Yuma to the enlarged opening to the interior passageway。 He had a nagging ache to explore the cavern and see with his own eyes the river described by Pitt。 The water he saw in his dreams。 But the older men were too frightened to enter the bowels of the sacred mountain； and the gold created a problem with the younger men。 They wanted to drop everything and carry it off before armed troops returned。
〃This is our mountain；〃 said one young man； the son of Yuma's neighboring rancher。 〃The little golden people belong to us。〃
〃First we must see the river inside the mountain；〃 countered Yuma。
〃It is forbidden for the living to enter the land of the dead；〃 warned Yuma's older brother。
A nephew stared at Yuma doubtfully。 〃There is no river that runs beneath the desert。〃
〃I believe the man who told me。〃
〃You cannot trust the gringo； no more than those with Spanish blood in their veins。〃
Yuma shook his head and pointed to the gold。 〃This proves he did not lie。〃
〃The soldiers will e back and kill us if we do not leave；〃 protested another villager。
〃The golden people are too heavy to carry down the steep trail；〃 the young man argued。 〃They must be lowered by rope down the rock walls。 That will take time。〃
〃Let us offer prayers to the demon and be on our way；〃 said the brother。
The young man persisted。 〃Not until the golden people ar