The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-03-07
BLOND A New Serial
Chapter 47 REUNION IN YUCkTAN

these voices were undoubtedly dis embodied.
 This ethereal dialogue was ir Spanish, One voice was smoothly cadeaced, soft with the accent o! ore using his native tongue. The other ghost voice was harsher-un doubtedly masculine also-it spoke abruptly, extravagantly. accented like a foreigners, and laden with booklsh polysyllables.
 The abrupt voice said. Miracles my young friend, are out of fashion True. perhaps the Virgin did appear to the poor peon at Guadalupe. But that was nearly four hundred years ago. Today-as it did then-it takes two to make miracle. One to perform it, and at least one, cer. tainly, to believe it."
 The voice coughed complacently and continued. That's sound phi losophy. While it IS not original with me, t might well have been.
  have written cleverer things.
 No. miracles are unfashionable. The wisdom of the public is ter ribe thing. Could perform a mir acle-and do not say that 1 cannot what would be the result? The public would pu. it's tongue in it's cheek. 1t would slyly pull down the corner of it's eye and say that pub licity men should be confined to asylums!" The voice ended upon note of vance.
 The softer voice chuckled. You seem nurt. senor. that people no longer are so stupid"
 But they are!" exclaimed the other voice with emphasis. "I have matters to write Gbout-marvelo matters-that should astound the world. But will 1 ever be permitted to write about them as only 1 can write about them? No! Certainly not. 1 shall be told that they are too extraordinary. Nobody would believe mel"
 A gust of wind. a sound like l spattering cascade of rain obliter- ated the voices for a moment. The Dlackness was split with a flare of lightning vividly sustained.
 The figure of a man stirred in a corner of the dark enclosure. He seemed half buried in swaths of palm leaves. His clothing. a mass of wet rags. clung to his powerful frame. His hair was black and damp. beard-stubbe served but 10 accentuate the strength of his jaws and chin. He pushed himself to his hands and knees.
 The voice with the foreign accent again took advantage of a lull in the thunder. Juan. my boy. you should consider yourself lucky that you're not a genius. Believe me, | suffer more because of my talents than 1 do from my faults. although If l do say it myself
 "Zowie! What crash that wasi Look at that flash! .. Juan! Hes conscious, Stir up the fire. Frank Frank! It's me. Frank. Horatio Greene"
 Excitedly Jua was blowing upon the near dead embers of fire. Greene feverishly hauled dri e d n1lnn lnQvnc drif l him. A small flame broke out; then the fire blazed up.
 Frank Grahame sat upright upon the heap of palm leaves. He shook his head as if tN clear it. For an instant he stared at the two anxious faces turred toward him, one dark and drawn with concern-the Mexi can boy, Juan-the other white but gaunt and stubbled with weeks of unshaved beard.
 A TIRED grin spread over the face
 of Grahame. "Hullo, genius. !" he chuckled hoarsely. Don't let me interrupt. You were speaking O. miracles. Answer me this one Greene; am l here-and alive-and you. and Juan?"
 Greene answered with an excited laugh. Sure" he exclaimed. "A cinch! Juan and l were just talk. ing about it. We picked you out of the sea this afternoon. Thought sure you'd gone bye bye. But"
 Rapi, ly he explained. When he and Juan had upset the ceremony on. the pyrami d top, and had plunged into the depths below, they had been sucked into the down. stream cavern. They had lost sight of the high priest after they had struck the surface of the pool.
 Clinging to driftwood they had floated during day and a night. passing in the darkness the cenote. valley where Janice and he had found Langton. They drifted down the underground river to the spot where Frank on the previous day had crawled out to the jungle for that brisf pause in his journey.
 Instead of floating the remainder of the distance. as Grahame had done. the. made their way on foot through the jungle to the coast. Here they had been for several days