He retreated when Gamay took a quick step toward him, setting his companions off into gales of dirty laughter.
Pancho Villa was intrigued by the fearless reaction of this slender woman. He moved forward. "Who are you?" he said, his eyes boring into hers.
"I'm Dr. Gamay Trout. This is my guide," she said quickly, helping Chi off the ground. Chi's knowing expression told her that he understood he might face a bleak future if these men knew his identity He adopted a groveling servile attitude.
The big man dismissed Chi with a contemptuous glance and concentrated his attention fully on Gamay. "Whatcha doin' here?"
"I'm an American scientist. I heard about the old buildings and came out to see what they were. I got this man to take me here."
He studied her for a moment. "What did you find?"
Gamay shrugged and looked around. "Not much. We just got here. We saw some carvings over there, that's all. I don't think there's much to see."
Pancho Villa laughed and said, "You didn't know where to look. I show you."
He rattled off an order in Spanish. Yellow Teeth nudged Gamay with the shotgun but backed away when she gave him a fierce look. Instead he concentrated his anger on Dr. Chi, knowing she didn't like it. They trekked to the far side of the plain to where the ground was scarred by a dozen or so trenches. Most were empty except for one filled with pottery.
At Pancho's order Elvis retrieved two pots from the trench and stuck first one, then the other, under her nose.
"This whatcha looking for?" the big man said.
She heard a sharp intake of breath from Chi and hoped the others didn't notice.
Taking one pot in her hands, she examined the figures drawn in black lines on the creamcolored surfaces. The scene seemed to represent a historic or legendary event. The ceramics were examples of the Codex-style pottery Dr. Chi had mentioned earlier. She handed the pot back.
"Very nice."
"Very nice," Pancho Villa echoed. "Very nice. Haha. Very nice."
After a short and vocal conference the looters marched their captives for a few more minutes. Pancho Villa led the way. Elvis and Yellow Teeth rode shotgun behind them. They headed toward a grassy mound that was partially exposed to show the stones beneath the vegetation. Pancho walked through a corbeled arch and seemed to disappear. Gamay saw that the building housed a large orifice in the ground. They descended a flight of irregular roughcut steps into the semidarkness to a dank underground chamber with a lofty roof.
The big man said a few words to Chi. Then they were left alone.
"Are you all right?" Gamay asked the professor, her voice echoing.
He rubbed the side of his face, which was still reddish where he'd been hit.
"I will live, but I can't say the same for the animal who struck me. And you?"
Rubbing her scalp where it hurt, Gamay said, "I needed a perm anyhow"
For the first time a wide grin broke his stony expression.
"Thank you. I might have been dead if it weren't for your intervention."
"Maybe," Gamay said. Remembering the upraised machete she guessed the professor would have cut Yellow Teeth down to size. She looked back toward the stairs they had come down. "What did the big man say?"
"He says he wont bother tying us up: There is only one way out. He will have someone at the entrance, and if we try to get away he will kill us."
"He couldn't have been more direct than that."
"It's my fault," Chi said glumly "I should not have brought you here. I never dreamed looters had found this place."
"From the looks of that pottery they've been hard at work."
"The artifacts in that ditch are worth hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of dollars. The big man is the boss. The other two are just hired men. Pigs." He paused. "It was well that you didn't say who I was."
"I didn't know how far your fame had spread, but I didn't want to take any chances they knew who you were." She looked up at the high roof, which was barely visible in the light coming through the entrance. "Where are we?"