"Poor people!" sighed Nan.
"Say! give us a chance to divide a few millions among us," said the reckless Bess. "Who ever heard of treasure-seekers who were not made rich beyond the dreams of avarice when they found the hoard?"
She had spoken rather loudly. The Mexican glanced up at them suddenly and his eyes flashed. He muttered something under his little, stringy, black mustache.
"Look out, Bess," warned Nan. "He heard you then."
"Well, what of it?" demanded the reckless one. "Aren't the boys going to search him' and find that map Lobarto made?"
"My! but you are a high-handed young lady," chuckled Walter.
"What we going to do with him, now we've got him?" asked Tom
Collins suddenly.
"Daddy ought to see him, don't you think?" said Rhoda confidently.
"Yep," agreed Hess Kane, returning his pistol to its holster.
"Well, now, I reckon that would be the proper caper," said Tom Collins. "Say, hombre," he added, nudging the Mexican, "where's your horse?"