“There’s Jeems’ castle,” said Juarez, after they had ridden a few hundred yards, pointing to a speck high up on the mountain side.
Juarez was right, for Jeems and the other boys soon met them with the news that they had located the cabin where they hoped to find the plan that would give them a clue to the location of the Lost Mine.
“Have a hard chase after the mules, Jim?” inquired Jo as they climbed up a steep slope towards the cabin.
“You ought to have been along,” remarked Jim significantly.
“I hope Juarez don’t let ’em get away this time,” said Tom.
“If you must worry, why don’t you take something probable,” remarked Jim severely. “Like Jeems running off to become a circus rider.”
“You would have thought that he was a circus rider sure enough,” laughed Jo, “if you could have seen him riding down that slope this morning, with his feet stuck straight out in front of him, and yelling whoa to ‘Mosquito.’”
“I thought,” said Jeems sadly, “that if I held my feet that way that they would offer enough resistance to the air to stop or slow up Mosquito,—but they didn’t.”