When they had gone about half a mile, they avoided the park land and entered a narrow path that led over the next rise of ground. At the highest point of this they paused and turned around. Their eyes rested upon the mountainside they had just left — oppressed by some dark sense of tragic impendency.
Clear against the sky a broken, white-haired man was slowly descending the steep slope, followed by two gigantic and emotionless negroes, who carried a burden between them which still flashed and glittered in the sun. Half-way down two other figures joined them — John could see that they were Mrs. Washington and her son, upon whose arm she leaned. The aviators had clambered from their machines to the sweeping lawn in front of the ch^ateau, and with rifles in hand were starting up the diamond mountain in skirmishing formation.
But the little group of five (а группка из пяти /человек/) which had formed farther up (которая образовалась выше) and was engrossing all the watchers' attention (и целиком поглощала внимание всех наблюдателей) had stopped upon a ledge of rock (остановилась на скалистом выступе/уступе). The negroes stooped and pulled up (негры наклонились и потянули вверх) what appeared to be a trap-door in the side of the mountain (/что-то/ похожее на дверцу люка;
Kismine clutched John's arm (стиснула руку Джона).
"Oh," she cried wildly (закричала она дико = отчаянно), "where are they going (куда они идут)? What are they going to do (что они собираются сделать)?"
"It must be some underground way of escape (там, наверное, есть подземный ход;
A little scream from the two girls interrupted his sentence (вскрик обеих девушек прервал его фразу).
"Don't you see (ты не понимаешь;
engross [In'grqVs], disappear ["dIsq'pIq], wired [waIqd]
But the little group of five which had formed farther up and was engrossing all the watchers' attention had stopped upon a ledge of rock. The negroes stooped and pulled up what appeared to be a trap-door in the side of the mountain. Into this they all disappeared, the white-haired man first, then his wife and son, finally the two negroes, the glittering tips of whose jeweled head-dresses caught the sun for a moment before the trap-door descended and engulfed them all.
Kismine clutched John's arm.
"Oh," she cried wildly, "where are they going? What are they going to do?"
"It must be some underground way of escape —"
A little scream from the two girls interrupted his sentence.
"Don't you see?" sobbed Kismine hysterically. "The mountain is wired!"