“Conclude as you please,” Mr. Livingston said shortly.
“I’m asking a straight question. Did you find a map in this cabin?”
“You’ll have to learn that answer for yourself, my friend.”
Walz and the Scout leader gazed steadily at one another. Then abruptly the motel owner’s manner changed. He moved aside so that the Scouts could file out the cabin door.
“You have the map,” he said in an oddly quiet voice. “I knew it the moment I stepped into this room.”
No one gave Walz the satisfaction of a reply.
He continued, his tone a warning: “Just bear in mind one thing. In trusting you with his secret, Old Stony may have passed on to you his own misfortune—the curse that hangs over Headless Hollow!”
Chapter 7
UNDER THE TENT FLAP
Back in their own camp, the Explorers made certain Jarrett Walz had not followed them.
Then, in the privacy of the larger tent, they eagerly spread out the treasure map for a closer inspection. Jack got the Colorado road guide from the car, and they pored over it, trying to pinpoint Headless Hollow.