But Harding would not give up the quest.
“I will find it yet,” he declared, resolutely.
But Frank stood outside the cavern, when he heard a voice in Spanish near him.
A man with his leg shattered by the explosion of the bomb was creeping up to him.
There was a beseeching expression upon the wounded brigand’s face, and he cried:
“Oh, senor, help me, and I will tell you where the treasure is hidden.”
“What?” exclaimed Frank, in amazement. “Do you mean that? Do you know where the treasure is hidden?”
“Si, senor, I do that.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Help me to return to Quito that I may live a better life.”