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Updated: May 17, 2025
Only those who are planning to do wrong see her." The girls laughed at the timid Joy. "Don't worry, dear," Bet patted her hand lovingly. "I'll take care of you." "Some say," went on Kit, "that the ruin of the village must be left untouched, and that any one disturbing it will see the ghost." "And that's why Old Mapia won't talk," said the professor. "He's afraid of the curse.
And there hidden by the hills, was the extensive ruins of the ancient town. "The village!" said Mapia with a sweep of his hand. The professor could only stare. He had no words to express his joy. Wall after wall of adobe ruins had withstood the weather in this sheltered spot. And from these walls he could picture the village as it had once been. Mapia interrupted his thoughts. "Be careful!
He would have something to tell his class. "That's Old Mapia," confided Kit. "He's supposed to be about a hundred years old. You're in luck if you can get him to talk. Some of the young ones will translate for him if he gets stuck. I'll send Old Mary over, if he won't talk to you. She can make him tell stories."
He signalled Mapia who was sitting by the stream, smoking his pipe as usual. Unstrapping the tent, the old man presented it to the Indian. And while Mapia's face did not change expression, somehow the professor knew that he was pleased. As he turned to go, the Indian rose and followed. "Wait! I show you! Come!" he said, and mounting his bony horse, he headed it up Lost Canyon.
The Old Chief's daughter walks!" "Are you afraid of the ghost, Mapia?" the professor asked him, looking steadily into his eyes. "No, I don't believe! But bad men believe and that is good." The professor laughed. Years seemed to have dropped from him. He felt like a boy. Mapia was talking. "The Old Chief, he's buried there or maybe over there. Who knows?
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