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Updated: June 7, 2025
Either by accident or design Miguel Vasquez was left by the expedition and six years later he wrote on cowhide and concealed in that vase one of the most valuable historic records extant in America to-day confirmation that there was a real basis for the tales that lured the Spaniards to this region in quest of treasure." Stepping to a trunk Major Honeywell took from a compartment a tin tube.
Napier had consented, though with tears, to Ned's going, and later Alan's father reluctantly did the same. As Ned was to leave the next afternoon and had to see Major Honeywell and Senor Oje in the morning it was a busy evening that the two boys spent in Ned's workshop. At one o'clock in the morning Alan's work in Chicago was outlined and Ned's needs in the East were all listed.
"Friend of Major Baldwin's?" asked the clerk, his smile broadening. "If Major Honeywell is stopping here I suppose he is paying well for his entertainment," replied Ned after a moment's pause. "Sure," answered the facetious clerk, "regular rates." "Perhaps that ought to include civil attention to those he has business with. I have an appointment with him at ten o'clock.
With his entrance there was infused in the atmosphere a sense of something venomous. "Mr. Alden Honeywell?" said Average Jones. "Yes." The voice had refinement and calm. "I want to introduce you to Mr. William H. Robinson." The new-comer's head turned slowly to his right shoulder then back. His eyes remained rigid. "Why, the man's blind!" burst out Mr. Robins in his piping voice.
While here, hearing of an ancient nearby pueblo, just south of the Mesa Verde, Major Honeywell and his friend drove to the settlement. To Major Honeywell's surprise he found an old friend in Totontenac, the chief. As the two white men were about to leave, old Totontenac presented to his soldier friend an ancient funeral urn.
"What I had hoped to do," said Major Honeywell at last, "was to make the most perfect balloon ever built and discover through you this hidden temple of turquoise treasure. You say you cannot do it." Something he had never felt before shot through Ned's body. His face flushed and then grew pale under the spell that was on him.
When Major Honeywell gave him the opportunity, Ned was at once determined to utilize every advanced idea of the skilled owner, whatever the cost. The result was a machine-varnished and, as nearly as such a thing was possible, hydrogen gas-proof bag.
He was not quite sure what "ethno" meant, but he made a guess that it related to old Indian things, and this theory he confirmed to himself when he noticed on the table that Major Honeywell had just left another piece of pottery and by its side a large reading or magnifying glass. "A collector," thought Ned, more puzzled than ever. "I thank you for coming," said Major Honeywell finally.
Honeywell, and presently they all went up to the porch for tea. Mary thought, and she could see George thought, that it was very pleasant to discuss the delicious Oolong and Maryland biscuit, and Southern white fruit-cake, while listening to Mamma's happy chatter with her old friends. The old negress who served tea called Mamma "chile," and Mrs.
Prominent among these ruins should be the more elevated temple, the object of their search. And beneath this should be found the underground "khivas" or religious chambers. That this "city" was secret or hidden was proof to Ned and Alan and Major Honeywell that it would not occupy a prominent place such as an exposed plateau or a high level mesa.
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