that’s right, and perhaps we hadn’t ought to poke in there; but we’ve heard so much that we just feel we can’t go away from here without one good try to solve the mystery.”
“But remember, Billie, we haven’t got the same motive that Braddon had,” Adrian hastened to remark, seeing the other smile faintly.
“Not much,” added Donald; “if there’s a treasure cave in there it belongs to the Zunis, and we’ll never tell anybody what we’ve discovered.”
“Because,” Adrian continued, “that would start a rush of crazy prospectors and miners over this way, and you never could tell what the end would be; all sorts of fights, and in some way or other the Zunis would be turned out of the homes their people have occupied for hundreds and hundreds of years.”
“And we couldn’t stand for that, you know, Billie,” said Donald.
“Huh! I should say not,” agreed the other.
Adrian changed the subject abruptly, showing that whatever he and Donald had settled upon as a part of their future programme, he did not think it wise to continue the discussion of it under the existing conditions.
The night wore on.
Up to the time they were ready to lie down and get some sleep, the racket still kept up over at the village. It seemed as though the Indians were bound
to wind up their gala time with a grand hurrah. No doubt on the next day they would have relapsed once more into their ordinary prosy state of existence.