"No, it's some one more modern who's making trouble for us," Bud declared. "But we're on the track of a big discovery, I believe. Look, the water is almost gone!"
This was true. The pool was emptying itself as it had done before, and, in a short time they could walk back to where Nort awaited them.
"What's the next thing to do?" asked Dick.
"Get back where we left our grub and feed our faces," suggested Snake Purdee.
"Yes, I think that will be best," Bud said. "Then we can talk over the next move. I begin to feel hungry."
"I hope we won't be disappointed," remarked Yellin' Kid and his vocal powers seemed to be on the mend, for he called loudly.
"Disappointed? How?" asked Old Billee.
"I mean I hope we find our grub where we left it," Kid explained.
"Why wouldn't it be there?" Old Billee wanted to know. "Do you think them Hatchet-texts have sneaked in and took it?"
"You mean Aztecs?" laughed Yellin' Kid. "No, I wasn't referrin' to them. I mean I hope our monkeyin' with that copper handle didn't send the flood over the place where we left our things."