At Langley’s command, the miners dragged the two rascals to a stone shed. The heavy door had a strong lock.
“There they’ll stay until I’m sure you girls are safely home,” said Langley. “I’ve a notion to have them jailed!”
When Prim arrived in camp she was greeted as if she belonged to the family. She and Mary Langley were soon like old friends. They had many interests in common. And while Prim was being shown over the house, Terry and Peter Langley were exchanging stories of their adventures.
“Wait till I show you this!” said Peter going to a shelf in the corner. “Here’s a map I made on one of my trips. I went through the Land of the Incas with a native guide. We were looking for a lost temple. It is said that there’s a sacred emerald in the altar. Now the temple is lost, no one knows where it is. If I were young and had an airplane, I’d go and find that temple. Besides there’s treasure there.”
“I’d like to find it myself,” said Terry eagerly.
“Why don’t you? It’s a wonderful country down there. You’d see new sights and have new adventures and maybe you’d find the treasure.”
Terry’s eyes were dreamy as she studied the map. “Would you be game to go with me?” asked the girl. “This map is like a challenge. I'm going to do it!”
“Going to do what?” asked Prim.
“First I’m going to Panama and after that we’ll go on a treasure hunt in the Land of the Incas.”
Mrs. Langley laughed. “Peter has been showing her his map! I do believe he’d start out himself to find that treasure, if I’d let him.”