"Over a million dollairs."
"And he came out here to——"
The valet nodded.
"Oui—zat's it—to get ze big diamonds. We're on our way back from ze mines now. He has ze stones in his possession."
"And taking them to New York?" gasped Handsome; "a million dollars' worth?"
"Yes—taking zem to New York. That's what he came out for. We want to reach ze coast as soon as possible. Again I ask. Will you guide us back to ze trail?"
For a few moments Handsome made no answer. The thoughtful expression on his pale, care-worn face showed that he was thinking hard. What was passing in his mind no one knew, but whatever it was it caused the lines about his strong mouth to tighten and the steely blue eyes to flash. A million dollars? God! What will a man not do for a million dollars? Turning to the valet, he said hastily:
"Yes, I'm on. Take me to your party. I'll show you the trail. Quick, lead the way."