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"Put that amount to my personal credit in the First National Bank if you care to trust me." "We are trusting you with more than that," replied Major Honeywell with earnestness. "It will take me six weeks to make my arrangements. In that time, as I need the money, I will draw on the account," said Ned. "Very good," said Senor Oje; "I will draw up the agreement."
The details of how Ned and Alan, just one day late, kept their engagement with major Honeywell and Senor' Oje in the Coates House, and of the almost unbelievable report they made and the rich evidence of its genuineness that they submitted do not really belong in an account of the flight of the Cibola. Two things were done at once, however.
As the boys drew still closer they heard the labored breathing of some one running, apparently only a short distance away. Oje darted away in the direction of the sounds, but soon returned to where the boys waited and headed once more for the Boy Scout signal. "What did you see, Oje?" Thede asked. The Indian turned and pointed back over the snowy trail they had followed from the burning tree.
The words were hardly out of his mouth before a succession of low, angry growls came to the ears of the boys, and the next moment they saw Oje springing into the lower branches of a great fir tree. "I guess he knows what's good for his health!" shouted Sandy. "Me for a tree, too!" The boys probably never made quicker motions in their lives. "Have you got a searchlight with you?" asked Thede.
"Then we will meet you at the Coates House in Kansas City on the first day of August." Senor Oje arose and lit a fresh black cigar. "It will be well for you and Major Honeywell to talk over these things while I see my Chicago banker," said he. And with a good- natured "Adios, Senores," he left the apartment. "Now, about this liquid hydrogen?" began Major Honeywell at once.
While scaling a cliff in this work he fell and permanently injured his left knee. Resigning from the army, he traveled for a year and then went to visit an old friend, Senor Pedro Oje, whose immense sheep herds in Southwestern Colorado had made their owner a millionaire.
A handsome gold watch was purchased and sent to Mayor Bradley with the compliments of Ned and Alan, and Senor Oje forwarded an additional check for a thousand dollars to Buck's widow. The report on the value of the stones carried from the treasure temple by the two boys was such that Senor Oje gave them his check for $25,000.
"What do you think of the people who live up in the Hudson Bay country all the year round?" asked Mr. Horton. "How would you like to wander around there year after year, as Oje does?" "Say that Oje's a good Indian!" Tommy exclaimed. "I tried to get him to come on down to Chicago with me, but he said he wouldn't live here on a bet."
"I know how to tell Leo that I am here," Nina said, simply; and she went to the piano and opened it. Then, with the most exquisite softness, she began to play some familiar Neapolitan airs slowly and gently, so that they must have sounded in the sick-chamber like mere echoes of song coming from across wide waters. And would he not understand that it was Nina who was speaking to him; that she was only a few yards from him; and not the ghostly Nina who had so often come to the sick-room door and remained there strangely silent, but the wilful, gentle, capricious, warm-hearted cianciosella who had kissed his hand but a little while ago, and wept over it, amid her bitter sobs. These were love-songs for the most part that she was playing; but that was neither here nor there; the soft, rippling notes were more like the sound of a trickling waterfall in some still summer solitude. "Cannetella, oje Cannetè!" "Chello che tu me dice, Nenna, non boglio f
The light from the fire now illuminated quite a little circle around the tree, and the boys saw 0je sliding cautiously down the trunk of the tree where he had taken refuge. "He's after his gun!" declared Sandy. "Just watch out and you'll see him get one of those bears!" Oje certainly was after his rifle, for he slid down cautiously, keeping the bole of the tree between himself and the bears.
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