"I guess I understand something about it," said the quicker-witted
Nan. "She has been robbed by Lobarto, and she thinks your father
has found the hidden treasure—the plunder Lobarto left behind at
Rose Ranch when he was driven off six years ago."
"You know!" exclaimed the Mexican girl confidently. "How you know?"
"I know what you think. But that doesn't make it so," returned Nan promptly.
"I am sure she is not right in her mind," Rhoda sighed. "What could she have to do with all that treasure they say Lobarto stole in Mexico and hid on our ranch?"
"Come over here and sit down—both of you," commanded Nan, seeing that she had got the Mexican girl quieted for the time being. There was a log in the shade, and they took seats upon it. Nan said kindly to the Mexican: "Now, please, tell us quietly and calmly what you mean."
"Dhat Senorita Ham-mon'—"
"No, no! Begin at the beginning. Don't accuse Rhoda any more. Let us hear all about how you came to know about the treasure, and why you think it is yours."
"Dhat I tell you soon," said the girl quickly. "My modder an' me—"
"Who are you? What is your name?" asked Nan.
"Juanita O'Harra."