“That it might be a drawing of the old lost Spanish mine?” supplied Mr. Livingston. “It could be, Jack!”
“The mine seems to be situated south of here,” Jack went on, studying the markings intently. “Some of these lines have been erased and re-drawn.”
“The map can’t have too much value, or it wouldn’t have been left out of the safe,” Mr. Livingston replied. “The legend appears to be in Corning’s handwriting, but I’m sure some of the writing isn’t his.”
As the two poured over the drawings, they were startled to hear approaching footsteps. Quickly, Jack thrust the map back into the filing cabinet drawer.
Scarcely had he closed it than the door was flung open. But it was not McClellan Rhodes who stood there, but Willie.
“Come quick!” he urged the pair.
“What’s doing?” Mr. Livingston asked alertly. “Anyone hurt?”
Willie shook his head. “War and I were taking a little walk down the trail before turning in for the night. We saw something mighty queer! We want you both to see it too! Come right away or it may be too late!”
Chapter 16
SIGNALS
Taking time only to replace the map in the filing cabinet, Jack and Mr. Livingston followed War and Willie outside the office.