Again Brad shouted to the two Indians. Though he could not see them, he knew they must be in a dark corner of the car. The train was moving faster now.
The Cubs ran to keep up.
“You must stay!” Brad shouted. “The turquoise has been found! Old Miquel didn’t die! He’s told everything!”
The words carried, for from the darkness of the car, the two Indians suddenly emerged. They stood framed in the open doorway, and as Brad again pleaded with them, listened attentively.
The train now was moving so fast that the boys could not keep up.
“It’s no use,” Dan gasped. “They’re gone.”
But even as he spoke, the two Indians leaped from the train. They landed on their feet and came back to talk to the boys.
Brad related what had occurred since the two Indians had left the cave, stressing that Old Miquel never had been responsible for his strange actions.
“You can’t punish him for something that wasn’t his fault,” he ended. “Won’t you go to the hospital now—tonight—and tell Miquel that everything is all right again? That he can go back to the tribe?”
“We go,” White Nose promised. Gravely he and Eagle Feather shook hands with the two boys before departing.