IN the meantime the Solanos were being overtaken, and Henry teased Francis with:
"Here in the jungle is where dollars are worthless. They can buy neither fresh horses, nor can they repair these two spineless creatures, which must likewise be afflicted with the murrain that carried off the rest of the haciendado's riding animals."
"I've never been in a place yet where money wouldn't work," Francis replied.
"I suppose it could even buy a drink of water in hell," was Henry's retort.
Leoncia clapped her hands.
"I don't know," Francis observed. "I have never been there."
Again Leoncia clapped her hands.
"Just the same I have an idea I can make dollars work in the jungle, and I am going to try it right now," Francis continued, at the same time untying the coin-sack from Leoncia's pommel. "You go ahead and ride on."
"But you must tell me," Leoncia insisted; and, aside, in her ear as she leaned to him from the saddle, he whispered what made her laugh again, while Henry, conferring with Enrico and his sons, inwardly berated himself for being a jealous fool.
Before they were out of sight, looking back, they saw Francis, with pad and pencil out, writing something. What he wrote was eloquently brief, merely the figure "50." Tearing off the sheet, he laid it conspicuously in the middle of the trail and weighted it down with a silver dollar. Counting out forty-nine other dollars from the bag, he sowed them very immediately about the first one and ran up the trail after his party.