The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-30
CHAPTER x

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 Mary Melissa had already gone horseback riding. And both Holli- man and EadeS Jones were away, Bob knew.
 Bob hastened back to the camp tents and called Honey Bee.
 we will go alone" he told her. Miss Lane is off somewhere. If you're right, there1l be plenty of time for all of us to see It."
 This perhaps was a stroke of luck for Dr. Robert Wilson Barry, even though he never realized it. His first thought to take Mary Melissa with them had so hurt and infuriated the Indian girl that she might have done anything. She might have frozen up, in stolid Indian fashion, and never revealed any secret she knew about Defiance Castle.
 Dut the red maiden was so irl- fatuated, so thoroughly smitten by the unconscious charm of her em- ployer, that she forgave him when he couldn't find Melissa. After all, she would go up with him alone ]
 T am ready, Bawb," she said simply.
 He made her climb the ladders ahead of him. He held her arm frequently, showing her the gall lant courtesy which any refined white American man would show any woman. But they were cour- tesies which no one had ever shown Honey Bee. Bob's manner caused her whole being to jingle.
 He steadied the ladders at the bottom, while she climbed up. Then he would quickly follow and hold the next ladder. She climbed nimbly. They reached the rock lip of the great cliff mouth in a very few minutes.
 "Now!" breathed Bob, still ex- cited, Where, Honey Bee?"
 She smiled and led him through a low door of the castle, through two dim rooms into larger room. This latter must have been clan leaders or chieftain's place. She pointed low on a wall.
 Scraped there was the design of two rectangles, or Hong squares" {, with other odd markings, and with a long triangle around 1t all. The triangle pointed upward.
 'This points, I think, IS thee tcp of big cracks in thee back wSll," said Honey Bee. Back in thee rock. It has been filled up. But the door will be there."
 They hastened out to look. She pointed to Q sort of natural tri- angle, head high or more, in the strata of the cliff rock itself.
 Sure enough, Bob perceived, the rock within the triangle was ir- regular, not part of the natural deposit. This had been fault in the side of the mountain, natural if small extension of the cave, and 1t had been filled in, probably by man.
 Bob began working feverishly He had carried his short handled miners pick strapped to his belt and they had left more tools up here the day before.
 He swung at the rock in the triangle, a heavy blow with the pick point. Nothing happened.
 He swung at the rock again and again.. eventually loosening one rock as big as his head. He re- moved it, but others were behind.
 He slaved like a mad man sweating and painting, for nearly an hour, while Honey Bee looked on. Then all at once his pick point drove through, and black space greeted him beyond.
 'Ee-yow!" he shrieked. We've got it, Honey Bee! Got something at any rate"
 Half an hour later the hole was big enough for them to crawl through. He led the way and-as unconsciously as he would extend his hand for that of 8 little child he caught Honey Bees fingers and escorted her inside the dungeon-like place. She said nothing.
 "I'm crazy" he suddenly an- nounced. "1n the excitement, be- low I forgot to bring . fiashlight