“Yes. That’s where he said I’d find you. Somewhere up the Rio Del Muerte.”
Nara showed a pleased smile at this new token of a bond between his former partner, Lew Kirby, and Mr. Brewster.
“Your trail will bring you to the Rio Del Muerte,” resumed Nara, “but you will strike it many miles above the mine.”
“How many miles above?”
“I wouldn’t know. I have never gone by that route. But the native bearers will know when they reach the Rio Del Muerte.”
“And then?”
“Then you follow it downstream until you meet me.”
“Where will that be?”
Nara eyed Mr. Brewster in quick, birdlike fashion, then decided to answer the question.
“At a split rock on the north bank,” stated Nara, “They call it La Porta Del Diablo, or the Devil’s Gate. Come through the gateway and continue up the ravine. It leads to El Dorado. I will meet you on the way.”