Ben started away, but paused and took his friend by the arm.
“What do you think of that?” he demanded, pointing away to the south.
Mr. Havens grasped the boy’s hand and in the excitement of the moment shook it vigorously.
“I think,” he answered, “that those are the lights of the Ann, and that we’ll soon have all the turn-buckles we want.”
The prophesy was soon verified. The Ann landed with very little difficulty, and the boys were soon out on the ledge.
The miners drew back grumbling and soon disappeared in the excavations below.
As may well be imagined the greetings which passed between the two parties were frank and heartfelt. The repair box of the Ann was well supplied with turn-buckles, and in a very short time the three machines were on their way to the south.
Mr. Havens and Sam sat together on the Ann, and during the long hours after midnight while the machines purred softly through the chill air of the mountains, the millionaire was informed of all that had taken place at the ruined temple.
“And that ruined temple you have described,” Mr. Havens said, with a smile, “is in reality one of the underground stations on the way to the Mystery of the Andes at Lake Titicaca.”
“And why?” asked Sam, “do they call any special point down there the mystery of the Andes? There are plenty of mysteries in these tough old mountain ranges!” he added with a smile.