MoonQuill

_In the Shadow of the Pyramid_ They waited, unbreathing, listening to the occasional stealthy sounds. The pistol was still in Chet's belt; the three men were crouched before Diane, in their hands the crude weapons that they had made. And then the sounds ceased. The menace seemed to have passed, or to be withheld; the men had been tensely prepared for some minutes when Diane spoke softly. "Look below," she whispered; "the savages! That big one seems to be choosing them--selecting some from among them." Chet forced h…