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Looking at him, Tad found himself wondering how such a man could have gotten into the clutches of two such rascals as Bob Lasar and Joe Comstock. Tad hoped their host would offer some explanation, while Chunky was nearly bursting with curiosity. Mr. Marquand appeared to have forgotten their presence entirely. "I think we had better be going now," suggested Tad, rising.
There was something about their situation that seemed to impress them profoundly. "Stand over against the wall on the side, so as not to obstruct any light that might possibly get in here," directed Mr. Marquand. The others moved silently to the side of the room indicated by him. They had stood thus for fully five minutes when an exclamation from Stacy broke the stillness harshly. "Look!
"'When the full of the moon has come and shoots its first arrow over the crests of the Guadalupes, it points the way to the treasure of my ancient people," quoted Mr. Marquand. "I presume that would be taken to mean that, at a certain phase of the moon, one of its beams points to where the treasure is hidden," explained Professor Zepplin.
"How far is it to a place where we could get a sheriff?" asked Tad, who had been thinking deeply. "Hondo. Fifteen miles due east of here as the moon rises. Why?" "If I were sure I could find my way, I think I might get some help," answered the lad quietly. "You!" snapped Mr. Marquand, turning on him. "If I had a rope. Perhaps I can do it without one." "I'd like to know how?" Mr.
At that instant, the door burst open and half a dozen men sprang into the room. Lasar, seeing that he was caught, leaped through the open window. He was followed closely by Comstock. He, too, made a clean leap, landing on the soft ground below. "What's the meaning of this shooting?" shouted the proprietor, his face flushed with anger. "Two men tried to murder me," replied Marquand coolly.
Without it I should have failed," answered Tad generously. "Which way are you headed?" asked Mr. Marquand. "Guadalupes," answered the guide. "The boys want to explore some of the old pueblos." "And I also," spoke up Professor Zepplin. "I understand there is much of interest in them." "I should say so," muttered their guest.
"He got off the stage down by the postoffice, just when I was coming up here." "Was he alone?" "The other fellow wasn't with him, if that's what you mean?" "Yes." Tad went over in his mind the conversation the man Lasar had held with his companion, in which the pair were plotting against some one by the name of Marquand. "Oh, well, Chunky, it's none of our concern.
Marquand smiled, looking at Tad for the first time since the disturbance began. "Almost." "He would have got me if you hadn't knocked up his gun-hand. That's another one I owe you. Well, maybe we'll have a pay day soon." "You had better go back to camp with me, and bunk in with us to-night," suggested the lad, "We shall want to make an early start in the morning, anyway.
He was the only member of his tribe to whom the secret had been handed down, and he in turn had transmitted it to the white man who now stood within the shadow of the ancient dwelling place. "I have my reasons for believing this is the place," answered Mr. Marquand, in response to the Professor's question. "If I am wrong, we shall have to wait until the moon rises to-morrow night.
"We will," answered the boys promptly. "No; you stay here. I'll get them," answered Kris Kringle. "Light me up the stairs so I don't break my neck in this old rookery. One of the boys lighted the way to the next floor, then stepped back into the cellar, where Mr. Marquand was turning over the treasure in an effort to find out if the pile extended all the way to the bottom of the chest.
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