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Updated: July 11, 2025
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.
Before the words were off the boy's lips the door was pushed gently open and Oje looked in. He made a gesture asking for silence and went out again, softly closing the door behind him. "That's a funny proposition!" whispered Tommy. "Why don't he come in and get some of the supper Sandy is getting ready?" The door opened again, then, and Antoine staggered inside.
"Now, what do you think of that for catching fish?" demanded the boy. Oje gave a satisfied grunt at this evident appreciation of his services, and motioned the lads to continue their sport. Next Thede caught a gray trout somewhat smaller than the fish landed by Sandy, and then another three-pound speckled trout was landed.
And I am to have a similar portion for furnishing the capital. And that brings us to the real starting point," the Mexican capitalist continued. "What is it to cost?" "Ten thousand dollars at least," answered Ned instantly. "Phew!" exclaimed Major Honeywell. Senor Oje, not unused to speculative investments, gave no sign of surprise. "How shall it be arranged?" was his only comment.
"Oje will get another one in a minute," Thede ventured, overjoyed at the success of the first shot, "and then we can open fire with our automatics." "Holy Moses!" cried Sandy. "Here we've been sitting here watching the panorama with our guns in our pockets! I guess we don't know much about hunting bears, when it comes down to cases." "Well, it isn't too late to shoot yet," Thede declared.
Oje, who had been sitting by the fire, waiting for his supper, long delayed by the rush of events, now arose and took the Little Brass God into his dusky hands. "Have you ever seen one like that before?" asked Will. The Indian shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the body of Antoine. "Dead man have one!" he said. "Like this?" asked Will. The Indian grunted an assent.
Sandy gave a quick start of alarm and put his hand back to his automatic. Thede motioned him to leave his gun where it was. "This is a friendly Indian," the boy explained. "I've often heard Pierre refer to him. He's called Oje, but I don't know whether that's his name or not.
After the boys had caught plenty of fish they started back toward the cabin. Oje walked through the wilderness with a different manner from that with which he had accompanied the boys in the journey toward the river. He glanced sharply about, and frequently stopped to examine trifling marks in the snow.
"Major Honeywell," he said suddenly, "I don't know of a balloon that can be made to fly for a week. But if it is necessary to have one to do what you wish I'll make it and I'll find Vasquez's Turquoise Temple." "I knew you'd do it," exclaimed Major Honeywell, beaming. "Now we'll have my friend Senor Oje up and get right at the details." "One moment, Major Honeywell.
Other experimenters have tried to carry materials to make gas. I'm going to take the gas itself in a glass jar." "In a glass jar!" "Precisely. Liquefied hydrogen gas." At that moment Senor Pedro Oje, who had been summoned by Major Honeywell, entered the room. An almost Indian complexion and cast of countenance indicated his Mexican origin.
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