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Updated: June 13, 2025
It was from Jo. It read: "DEAR COMRADE: I have made my decision I am going with Dr. Sorez to Bogova, South America. I have just written them at home and now I am writing you as I promised. I'm afraid you will think, like the others, that I am off on a senseless quest; but perhaps you won't. If only you knew how much my father is to me! Dr. Sorez is sure he is still living.
"She is very immature," explained Wilson, "and so believed the older man easily." "And you?" "We have come in search of her to take her back." "But does she wish to return?" "If I can make her see " "It is difficult to make a woman see sometimes. It is possible that she was led to come to Bogova in search of her father but that would not bring her over the mountains.
It was just chance that led me to get off there and push in to Bogova. I'd heard of gold mines in there and thought I'd have a look at them. But before I came to the gold mines I found something else." He paused a moment. Then, without a word, rose slowly and, fumbling about a moment in a cedar chest near his bunk, drew out a photograph. "That's she," he said laconically.
Wilson picked up an envelope bearing a foreign postmark. It was addressed to Dr. Carl Sorez, and bore the number of the street where this house was located. The stamp was of the small South American Republic of Carlina and the postmark "Bogova." Wilson thrust the empty envelope in his pocket. Coming out of here, he next began a systematic examination of every room on that floor.
But that didn't last long, for the next thing he knew he was on board his yacht and fifty miles out at sea with a mutinous captain a captain who refused to put back to port when ordered to do so at once. Then he had come back to Bogova only to be refused permission to anchor in the harbor.
With a record of past defeats he himself had lost prestige with the hill people. And yet both the priest and Danbury turned to him now to manage the campaign. He knew the people, he knew every detail of the Republican army, every particular of the forts and other defenses, and every traitor in their ranks. To take Carlina it was necessary only to capture Bogova, its capital.
She added impulsively: "Twice I have left the most real thing in my life once at home and once in Bogova. I shall not do it again." "You refer to Wilson?" "Yes. Here in the mountains here with Flores and his wife, I am beginning to see." "What, my girl?" "That things of to-day are better worth than things of to-morrow." Sorez shifted a bit uneasily.
Wilson had made a copy of the map with the directions, and each man wore it attached to a stout cord about his neck and beneath his clothing. It was in the early morning of August 21 that the two finally left Bogova, with a train of six burros loaded with provisions and supplies for a three months' camping trip, and a native guide. The Spider and the Fly
Otaballo had his hands full with prospect of more to do every hour. "Everyone in Bogova knows Sorez," he answered. "If he had been in the city for the last year I should know more of his possible whereabouts than I do. He was a surgeon in the Republican armies here, but he took no active interest in the Republic. How little his arrest proves.
He felt more refreshed at the top of the peak than he had at the bottom and, wondering at this, it suddenly occurred to him that this was the effect of the coca leaves. He had heard in Bogova that the natives under its influence were able to endure incredible hardships without other nourishment of any kind. He took a larger mouthful.
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