So Mr. Jones was escorted to a tent, and a guard of Spaniards placed around it.
Walter offered to ride in on the little man's pony to get the check cashed and the money placed to their credit in the bank. Charley would have liked to have made the trip himself, but his arm was paining him so intensely that he decided to remain behind. Soon after breakfast Walter rode away on his errand.
"I am thoroughly bewildered," Charley said to Mr. Bruce. "I don't see how you forced Jones to buy us out at such an enormous price, and I do not see any solution of our mystery. It is still a mystery."
"Same here," agreed Captain Westfield. "I must own up, I am as curious as a woman about it."
"I am willing to explain now," said Mr. Bruce, with a smile. "It's a very simple affair, after all."
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE MYSTERY SOLVED.
Mr. Bruce paused before beginning his story. "I take it that you are well satisfied with the settlement you have made with Jones?" he asked.
"More than satisfied—delighted," said Charley, at which sentiment Captain Westfield nodded his head vigorously.