“You can leave out names, Carp,” Cardow snapped.
“Sure, yeh. Well, when the partner comes along he give Gordon here the devil and we didn’t git nothin’ outta the hull night’s work—”
“Do you think I set that mountain spouting?” Gordon roared at him.
“No, but I think you ain’t none too unfriendly with that other gang, see, fer if youda been on time we’d a got something done before it began to shoot its head off,” Jo snarled.
“Well,” volunteered Carp, “I’m tellin’ you it didn’t shoot its head off, er nothin’ of the kind. Ain’t that so, Cardow?”
“Yes it is, but there is going to be some real fireworks there to-night, and we’re going to be there—”
“What do you mean it didn’t shoot off—the volcano, I mean?” Gordon demanded. “I was there—saw it hit the sky—”
“It was a trick of some kind. I flew over the place this morning and there’s no sign of a volcano, or any sort of eruption. I examined the place with glasses and I know what I’m talking about. But, there’s one thing about it and as you are coming back with me you may as well know—and no funny business—that Amy-Ran cliff, or whatever it is called, is the place where the treasure is hidden. If it hadn’t been there, they would not have made such an attempt to be rid of all of you. It is clear enough that the people were ready for a search of the locality and used that means of driving them off. I’ve got men today well under cover, laying a whole string of dynamite that will open it up wide and we’re going to be on hand when the spark goes off. Understand?”
“No, I don’t,” Gordon answered in a puzzled tone.
“I admit that volcano was a good trick; but it was good for us, too. Now, we’ll get out of here—”