Rhoda had a great deal to tell her girl friends the next morning. She came into their room before even Nan was up, and curled down on one of the beds to relate to an enormously interested trio all the particulars of her father's interrogation of the Mexican prisoner.
"And is he that Juan What-you-may-call-him?" asked Bess.
"Truly-ruly?"
"He is. Daddy made him admit it. And more."
"Go on, dear," said Nan. "You know we are just as curious as we can be."
"Well, I tell you, girls, it was no easy matter to get the truth out of that fellow. But he is scared. He fears being handed over to the American sheriff. He knows that the men he brought up here have got into trouble. They quarreled about the treasure's hiding place. Some of the men had ridden with Lobarto himself, and they thought they knew more about the treasure than this Juan does."
"But the map?" cried Grace.
"Yes. He's got it. But it isn't much of a map. Because daddy knows the country so well, he says he recognizes the places marked on the diagram."
"Oh, bully!" exclaimed Bess Harley.
"Don't be so quick," advised Rhoda. "It is not very clear at the best."
"Oh! Oh!" groaned the too exuberant Bess.