The Washington times., 1919-07-10

treasure buried by Morgan in the old
pirate days. Regain has an idea
Young Morgan sails for South Amer
lee in pursuit Of the treasure. Upoa
landing he encounters q strange young
woman who appears to mistake him FOR
some one else. He Is fred upon ~ three
natives and seeks safety aboard lis Ves-
sci, the Angelique.
Francis learns de and Hsary, the nys-
tsrious islander. are both descendants Of
Francis discovers his resemblance to
Henry was responsible for his peculiar
greeting upon first landing on South
American territOgy. Francis encounters
Torres again. Francis is saved from
death on galiows and Henry IL arrested
IN his place. Lsoneia finds her fancy
has strayed from Henry to Francis.
The two plot to save .Te Try.
Francis Geoniea and Henry elude
their enemies and 80 aboard Franci5'
vessel The Angelique is purSned doEn
70 90 ashore 70 elude their pursuerS.
They came upon treasure. Francis and
his friends again md themselves pur-
enable others to escape.
All members "a tire paSty are ZAP
tursd. Henry and Jehe descend into
pit to play a strange game Francis
finds custodian Of pirate treasure.
at says: In the footsteps OF the
God wait till the eyes OF CHA
fash"
He indicated the particular knots
OF a string as the source Of his in
formation.
where are the footsteps, old
priestF Henry demanded. staring
about him at the unbroken sWard.
But the old man started his mule,
and, with a tattoo of bare heels on
the creatures ribs, Fastened 1t on
across the clearing into the jungle
beyond. g.
Hes like . hound on the scent,
and 1t looks as II the scent is get
ting hot" Francis remarked.
At the end OF q half-mile, where
the jungle turned to grassland on
swift-rising slopes, the old man
forced his mule into q gallop which
he maintained until he reached q
natural depression in the ground
Three feet or more in depth OF area
Is sufficient to accommodate q doz-
en- persons in comfort, its form was
strikingly like that which some
colossal human foot could have
made. -
'aThs fOotstep Of the God,'' the old
priest proclaimed solemnly ere he
himself In prayer. an the footstep
OF the God must we wait till the
eyes OF CHA flash-so say the sa-
cred knots"
Pretty god place for a meal"
Henry vouchsafsd, looking down
into the depression. while waiting
for the numbo- Jumbo foolery to
come off we might as we'll stay Duh
stomachs."
"Tf CHA doesn't object" laughed
Francis.
And CHA did not object-at least.
the old priest could not find any
objections written in the knots.
While the mules were being tsth-
cred on the edge Of the first break
OF woods, water was fetched from q
nearby spring and q fire built in
me footStep. The old Maya seemed
oblivieus to everything, a. he num-
bled endless prayers and ran the
knots over and over.
III only he doesn't blow up"
Francis said
II thought he was Wild-eyed the
first day we met him up In Juchi-
tan" concurred Henry. But it's
nothing to the way his eyes are
now"
TIE Road to Death
Here spoke the peon. who. un-
able to understand a word Of their
English. nevertheless sensed the
drift OF it
This is very religious. very
dangerous, to have anything to do
with the old Maya sacred things.
It is the death-road- My father
knows. Many men have died The
deaths are sudden and horrible.
Even Maya priests have died My
fathers father so died. He, too,
loved . woman OF the terra cali
ente And for love Of her, for
gold, he sold the Maya secret, and
by the secret and by the knot
writing led TERRA caliente men to
the treasure He died They all
died
my father doees not like the
women OF the TERRA caliente now
that he Is old. He liked them too
we'll in his youth, which was his
sin. And he knows the danger OF
leading you to the treasure many
men have sought during the cen
turtles. OF those who found II,
not one came back. 1t is said that
even conquistadores and pirates
OF the English Morgan have won
to the hiding place and decorated
IL with their bones
"And when your father dies"
Francis queried, then, being his
son. you will be the Maya high
priest"
mo, senior" the peon shook his
head az am only half Maya can
not read the knots. My father did
not teach me because l was not OF
the pure Maya blood"
"And If he should die. right now,
is there any other Maya who can
read the knots"
NO. senior. Ny father is the last
living man who knows that an
cient language"
But the conversation was broken
IN upon my Leoncia and Ricardo,
who, having tethered their mules
with the others, were gazing sheep
ishly down from the rim OF khe de-
preston. The faces OF Henry and
Francis lighted with JOY at the
sight OF Leonica while their mouths
opened and their tongues articu-
lated sensure and scolding. Also
they insisted on her returning with
Ricardo.
But you cannot send me away
before giving me something to eat"
she persisted, slipping down the
rlopa NJ tho danreSsfOn with MIRA