“We did,” he answered. “Found both the treasure and the secrets.”
When shown the little box of gold trinkets, Karl gasped in astonishment.
“Is that all you found?” he demanded. “I thought there might have been some gold statues, or the like.”
“If there were we couldn’t locate them,” Joe said. “We considered ourselves lucky in finding what we did. They are worth many hundreds of dollars, maybe thousands.”
“Dad and Mr. Lewis and the others—are they all right?” Bob was anxious to learn if any misfortune had befallen his father and friends.
“They’re still hunting for specimens,” returned the aviator. “Mr. Wallace fell down a mountain and hurt himself slightly, but he’s about all right now. And you should see the large collection of birds and animals they have.”
“We have something that may interest them,” declared Joe, and showed Karl the huge condor, at the same time telling about his narrow escape from death.
“Wow!” Karl exclaimed when the youth had finished. “And Bob and Doc Rander came to your rescue, did they? Good for them.”
It was later decided that Bob and Joe accompany Karl at once in the monoplane to the Comberciato River, where the chums’ fathers were collecting specimens. The old man explained that he did not mind going on alone to Pasaje, where he had business.