“So old Huayno said. But why are you wasting time standing here and asking all these questions?”
“Because I move we turn back.”
“Turn back! Why?”
“And ask Señor Cisneros to join us.”
“Tell him the secret?”
“Yes, and take him in on shares. One quarter for each.”
Ferguson slapped his hand on his thigh. “Bully for you, Harvey! That’s a splendid idea. I wonder it never came to me.”
“It never entered my mind until the last time he waved his hat,” said the boy, looking pleased at the approval he had been given, for Hope-Jones had spoken as warmly in favor of the project as had the American; and the three at once commenced to retrace their footsteps. They found their erstwhile host on the veranda of his home, bidding adieu to his wife, for he had planned a trip to a neighboring village.
“Take him one side and explain, Ferguson,” whispered Hope-Jones.
“I am delighted that you are returning,” he called out when they appeared. “Thought you would rest a little longer?”