"Those who approached this place were punished with spears of fire. It is told that in ancient times, they were often seen flying through the sky, trailing long tails of white feathers. Sometimes they visited the villages, demanding strange things and frightening the people." "Do the stories mention these tunnels?" "No, Padre. The Fire Devils lived beneath the snow. They were seen to vanish into it." "Without melting it?" "They could turn off their fire, perhaps. In any event, Padre, who knows what is possible with demons?" "I know that you need and will receive many hours of strict Christian instruction. How is it that men returned to tell of these things if the devils pursued them with spears of fire?" "Some escaped." "Is it definitely told of individuals who were killed?" Dientes looked thoughtful, and disappointed. "I do not recall the names of any who were slain." "Bah. Why have there been no reports in recent years?" Dientes shrugged. "Quien sabe? Perhaps the arrival of the true religion has driven away the devils." "Perhaps," said Brulieres, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He turned toward the tunnels. "I think, General, that I will ask you and the lieutenant to explore a little way into one of the tunnels. Come out at once if you see anything that might be dangerous." Craig opened his mouth to protest, but held back the words. He did ache to get into the tunnels, but he wasn't a free agent here. He watched as the two uniformed men disappeared into the middle tunnel. Their flashlights were quickly lost as they rounded some turn in the tunnel. Brulieres said to Dientes, "The doctor and I must take some samples of the rock. Will you be good enough to remain here and guard the helicopter?" He laid his hand on the Indian's shoulder. "I see that you are not comfortable in your helmet. You may remove it if you wish. We will call to you if we need you." Craig realized Brulieres wanted to talk to him alone. He went with the priest. The Indian squatted, apparently quite comfortable without his