"No doubt it was. It seems those Spaniards will sell their souls."
"Exactly. We can dig food from the earth and pluck it from the trees, but good Mausers don't grow on every bush. Besides, of what use would money be to us when we have no place to spend it?"
"True!" After a moment Rosa mused aloud: "I wonder if Cueto found the treasure? If only we had that—"
"He didn't find it," Esteban declared, positively. "I"—he hesitated—"I think I know why he didn't."
"Yes?"
"I think I know where it is."
"Esteban!" Rosa stared, round-eyed, at her brother.
"Oh, I mean it. I've been thinking so ever since—"
"Where is it?" breathlessly inquired the girl.
After a furtive look over his shoulder Esteban whispered, "In the well."