“Listen, if you don’t obey orders, how would you like to tackle the forests with your pockets full of gold and not a drop of water? You can’t get out of this place without a plane.”
“Aw, well, what do you want?”
“Just straighten this place up so the Boss can see it as it is, or was, see? He’ll be madder than blazes if it’s wrecked before he gets here,” Cardow told them.
“All right. How long will it take him to come?” one demanded.
“Not more than half an hour, probably not that long. I’ll send for him.”
“That suits me.”
“I’ll go for him,” Gordon volunteered. He was standing beside the huge stone that had been blown out of its place, and as he spoke, Jim noticed that the Texan seemed intensely interested in what he saw.
“Hurry along. Tell him what a find it is and that the men want to get to work cleaning it up as quickly as possible.”
“I’ll tell him.”
“And tell him what a splendid piece of blasting it is. You might take some of these jewels.” Cardow picked up a brimming handful which Gordon dropped into his pocket.