The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-06-19

the chief, with dry smile, 81 will deal
with them. None of US has entered
the cave. They know me for man Of
truth. Perhaps you are right" he add
ed to the mutineer. There could not
have been a treasure there and escape
the sharp eyes Of those Arabs. Go
back to your homes. These white peo
pie shall be my guests till they have
rested and are ready to depart"
Reluctantly the men dispersed. and
from his hiding place Umballa saw an.
other of his schemes fall into pieces.
There would be no fight. at least for
the present. The men. indeed. had
hoped to come to actual warfare, but
they could not force war on their chief
without some good cause. After all.
the sooner the white people we're out
OF the way the better for all con-
cerned.
Did the leader of this open mutiny
have Interior designs upon the treas
ure. upon the life Of Umballa? Per
haps. At any rate. events so shaped
themselves as to nullify whatever
plans he had formed in his gold-dazzled
brain.
The colonel was tractable and fell
In with Kathlyn's idea. 1t would have
been nothing short Of foolhardiness to
have openly antagonized the rebellious
men.
You have q plan. Kit. but what il
it,"
Il dare not tell you here You are
too excited. But / believe can lead
you to where Umballa has buried the
basket. feel that Umbalia il watch.
ing every move we make. And l dare
say he hoped-and even instigated-
this mutiny to end in disaster for US
He IL alone. So much we can rely
upon. But II we try to meet him open.
ly we shall lose. Patience for little
while. There. they are leaving US
They are grumbling, but do not be
lieve that means anything serious"
Now. then. white people," said the
chief. come to my house. You are
welcome there. now and always. YOU
have this day saved my life and that
Of my child. I am grateful.
Inside the hut Kathlyn drew thu
child toward her and gently pressed
open the tightly clutched fingers. Sht
plucked the sovereign from the little
pink palm and held 1t up. The child'l
father seized it, wonderingly.
Gold! They lied to me! / knew
it,"
YES" said Bruce. They did flnt
the treasure. They brought II herr
and buried 1t quickly. And we believe
your little girl knows where. Question
her"
1t was not an easy matter The chil(
was naturally shy. and the presence o
all these white-skinned people strucl
her usually babbling tongue with ,
species of paralysis. But her fathea
was patient. and word by word the Sc
cret was dragged out Of her. She toll,
OF the stolen bullock cart, Of the dig
ging In the sand, Of the holy one.
In some manner, they must lure Um
balla from his retreat. 1t was fnall!
agreed upon that they all return to tn,
camp and steal, back at once, in 4
roundabout way They would com,
sufYiciently armed. Later. the chic
could pretend to be walking with hi
child.
So while Umballa stole forth from
his hiding place. reasonably certail
that his enemies had gone, Umballi
got together his mutineers and made
arrangements with them to help hin
carry away the treasure that night, thu
rightful owners were directed to thu
broken stick In the damp sand.
That night, when Umballa and hi
men arrived. hole in the sand greet
ed them. 1t was shaped like mouth
opened in laughter.