"Except for one thing," Rick corrected. "The terraces cover miles. We could spend weeks searching."
"There's one bit of evidence you don't have, boys. Remember that there is a major clue to the whereabouts of the cache? A dragon. Well, Nangolat knows—and has always known without knowing its significance until now—where the dragon is located."
Tony smiled at the interested faces around him. "And that's not all. I know where it is, too!"
CHAPTER XIV
Sign of the Dragon
The convoy formed at dawn. One jeep was left with Pilipil, who had learned to drive while working for the United States Air Force. The other jeep, with Tony, Chahda, and Rick, went ahead as advance guard. The truck, with Scotty, Angel, Balaban, and Dog Meat, carried the equipment.
The earth scanner had been checked. It worked fine. Picks and shovels were ready, as were Tony's cleaning brushes, knives, and other tools. When electronic science had located the treasure, old-fashioned digging methods would have to unearth it.
Rifles, carbines, and the single shotgun were loaded and ready. Hunting knives hung at belts.
Rick, driving the lead jeep, followed the twisting road up into the clouds that always seemed to hover at the top of the divide. It was bitter cold, but they were warmly dressed in clothing from their camp supplies. They kept a sharp lookout for Ifugao guards, but the road was deserted.