“He wouldn’t let us wait to see,” Bill replied. “He winked at me and told me to leave what there was in the vaseline bottle, and let them see how their own medicine man can save them with ‘white man’s butter.’ They weren’t even sick when we started back. The river was free of quarantine and so, of course, after we got back to it, we had no trouble at all.”
“I’ll never forget Toosa, waving to me with the very sign of the Mystery Boys, again, as we canoed away down stream,” Tom added.
“I’m glad your adventure ended so pleasantly—for you,” Mr. Gray stated.
“I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant for the hill Indians,” Andy said. “But if they were as sick as you that would be justice.”
“And in the long run, if you wait long enough,” said Bill. “Justice is always done, one way or another.”
“Then Henry Morgan still has some punishment due him,” said Nicky and the desertion and falsehood of the departed pilot was discussed.
“We sent no message,” said Bill, telling how Henry had turned savage and stolen his rifle and a canoe. “Wait till I catch him!”
“He said he was going to Porto Bello,” said Nicky. “Aren’t we?”
“No,” said Tom. “At least, only for a brief stop to see if Mort is there and if he really knows anything. Toosa told us, after Henry made his mad dash, that if we want to find out about Golden Sun—it isn’t a mine, either, he says!—we are to ask the San Blas Indians.”
“They live on reef islands down below Panama, I think,” Bill said.