The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-05-30

case, satisfied himself that there was
plenty of quinine and other necessary
remedies went into the bar for flask
of whisky and wait,d.
All at once Burton appeared In the
doorway, straw covered bag in one
hand. On his head was pith helmet.
His eyes met Testers straightly, con-
6dently.
'1'm going" he said shortly.
II knew it." nodded Lester. II was
waiting for you because Pm going too
haven't forgotten that time when. as
we were surveying In the Adirondacks
and Leets broke bis leg, you carried
him for miles. Oh. well. II you object
to reimbursement
tits his mother. you know" ex-
planned Burton.
II understand" said the other gen.
tly. "Shall we startY'
Ready. I've got a water bottle in
my bag"
They went down into the road and
signified to the Indian that they would
accompany him. The look Of Joy that
overspread his face moved the white
men strangely.
AS they followed his impetuous lead
the manager OF the hotel ran down to
intercept their journey and to say that
he regretted that he could not accom-
modate them on their return from the
fever district. If be did he would lose
all his patronage. and as they knew
they were taking a risk
-.Pack our things and hold In readi-
ness for ORDERS" said Lester as they
moved ON. "As If the fever were not
already among u.s." he added.
The Indian moved ahead at a slow
trot, and the Americans followed him
at moderate pace until at last the
outer walls Of the jungle closed be-
hind them. Here they wound along a
sinuous trail overhung with creepers
that dropped from the tall trees.
There was rank, damp smell Of
tropical growth and the occasional
fash Of bright hued parrakeet or
the gorgeous raiment Of a flower
Hours passed. They stopped for
rest and a luncheon from Burton's
magic basket. but the Indian waved
aside all food but occasionally be
drank from a water bottle that hung
from his waist
Just as the sun was setting and the
forest was all but stepped in twilight
they came to its end Before them
stretched a white curve Of shell
strewn beach indented by tiny bay.
Near them was a small matched hut.
AS they paused, looking at the lone
~ scene glorif1ed by the gold and rose
Of the setting sun. the Indian dropped
to his knees and made demonstrate lions
of gratitude
Lester pointed to the hut. aud the
Indian led the way. It was empty,
but the man smiled hopefully in their
astonished faces and pulled from bis
ragged garments bit Of paper.
The Americans scanned It carelessly
and then with interest. There was a
rough penciled map Of the little bay
and curving beach. and written in
English was terse command:
I'm straight line thirty feet south
west Of the big mahogany, twelve
feet north Of the dead catalpa. Dig"
They did not stop to question the
Indian where he had found the pen
ciled map which he had intelligently
taken to the white men for transla-
ton. He had understood the map and
its suggestion. They found shoveIs
ana large turtle shells. and the three
dug with will. and they found some
thing in a small oaken keg sunk In the
sand.
If it was pisate treasure there was
no clew. There was enough for three.
and the gold was evenly divided
among them-eufficient to turn the In
dams brain and to make the white
men comfortable nest egg. The next
morning they tramped back across the
trail burdened with treasure, but un-
burdened by fear.
Burton tossed gold piece in the air.
'sThis is for Luiz. he is such spleN-
did iiar." he said carelessly.
'How about the fear?" asked Lester.
with his quiet smile.
The other turned clear face toward
him why, forgot all about that.
Funny. isn't it7"
''Greatr' returned Lester, but his
eyes expressed more than the simple
word implied.