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  CHAPTER VIII.

  THE TREASURE SEEKER.

  "Thet thar's my handle," acknowledged the man; "but I'm strapped ef Iunderstand how you 'uns happen ter know it!"

  He stared at the boys and the guide in blank amazement. Seeing Pedro'sface fairly, he gave a slight start, and then looked still more closely.

  "There's no doubt," palpitated Frank; "you are Alwin Bushnell?"

  "That's me," nodded the camper.

  "And you are alone?"

  "Certun sure."

  "Bound west?"

  "I reckon."

  "For the mountains and the Silver----"

  Frank caught himself, and stopped short, remembering Pedro, and knowingthe guide's ears and eyes were wide open to hear and see everything.

  Bushnell fell back a step, a look of still greater surprise coming tohis bronzed and bearded face.

  "W'at's thet thar you wus goin' ter say?" he demanded.

  "Wait," said Frank, "I will tell you later. It is better."

  Plainly, Alwin Bushnell was puzzled, and not a little amazed.

  "You know my handle, an' you seem ter know whatever way I'm trailin'.This yere lays over me, as I acknowledges instanter."

  "That's not hard to explain."

  "Then I begs yer to explain it without delay."

  "Your partner told us of you."

  "Old Jack?"

  "Yes."

  "When, and whar?"

  "Two days ago, outside of Mendoza."

  "He wuz thar?"

  "Yes."

  "But how did yer know me?"

  "We saw you."

  "When?"

  "When you were pursued across the plain by bandits."

  Bushnell slapped his thigh.

  "Thar!" he cried; "I remembers yer now! You wuz near a doby hut, an' yeropened up on ther pizen skunks as wuz arter me."

  "That's right."

  "Wall, I'm much obliged, fer you socked ther lead ter them critters sothey switched off an' let me get away. You kin shoot, boy."

  "Some."

  "Some! Wa'al, that's right, you bet! Give us a wag of your fin! I'mmortal glad ter clap peepers on yer, fer I never expected ter see yeran' thank yer fer thet trick."

  Frank swung from the saddle, and surrendered his hand into the broad"paw" of the rough and hearty Westerner, who gave it a crushing grip anda rough shake, repeating:

  "I'm mortal glad ter see yer, thet's whatever! But I want ter know howyou happened to chip inter thet thar little game. You took a hand atjest ther right time ter turn ther run of ther cards, an' I got outwithout goin' broke."

  "I chipped in because I saw you were a white man, and you were hardpressed by a villainous crew who must be bandits. I believe in white menstanding by white men."

  "Say, thet's a great motter, young man. 'White men stand by white men.'As fer me, I don't like a Greaser none whatever."

  As he said this, Bushnell gave Pedro another searching look, and theguide scowled at the ground in a sullen way.

  "Now," continued the Westerner, "w'at I wants ter know next is w'at yerknows about Jack Burk. We had a place all agreed on ter meet w'en Ireturned, but he wusn't thar, an' I hed ter go it alone. That's why I'myere alone."

  "It was not Burk's fault that he did not meet you."

  "Say you so? Then lay a straight trail fer me ter foller."

  "He was sick."

  "Is that whatever? Wa'al, derned ef I could seem ter cut his trailanywhar I went, an' I made a great hustle fer it."

  "He was in the hut where you saw us."

  "Wa'al, dern my skin! Ef I'd knowed thet, I'd made a straight run ferthet yere ranch, bet yer boots!"

  "He came to the door, and shouted to you."

  "You don't tell me thet! An' I didn't hear him! Wa'al, wa'al! Whar wuzmy ears? Whar is he now?"

  "Dead."

  Bushnell reeled.

  "Is he that?" he gasped, recovering. "An' I didn't get to see him! Say,this clean upsets me, sure as shootin'!"

  The man seemed greatly affected.

  "Poor old Jack!" he muttered. "We've made many a tramp together, an' westruck it rich at last, but he'll never git ther good of thet tharstrike."

  Then he seemed to remember that he was watched by several eyes, and hestraightened up, passing his hand over his face.

  "Jack shall hev a big monumint," he cried. "Tell me whar my old pard isplanted."

  "That is something I do not know, Mr. Bushnell."

  The man was astonished.

  "Don't know? Why, how's thet?"

  Frank told the entire story of Burk's death and mysteriousdisappearance, to which Bushnell listened, with breathless interest.When it was finished, the man cried:

  "Thet thar beats me! I don't understand it, none whatever."

  "No more do I," confessed Frank. "There is no doubt but Burk was dead,and the corpse did not walk away of its own accord. It was my intentionto investigate the mystery, but later events prevented."

  Frank then explained about the kidnaping of Professor Scotch by thebandits.

  While the boy was relating this, Bushnell was closely studying theguide's face, as revealed by the firelight. Frank noted that a strangelook seemed to come into the eyes of the Westerner, and he appeared tobe holding himself in check.

  When this explanation was finished, Bushnell asked:

  "And you are on your way ter Huejugilla el Alto with ther hope ofrescuin' ther professor?"

  "We are," replied Frank.

  "You pet my life," nodded Hans.

  "This is the guide who was recommended to you in Zacatecas?"

  "Yes."

  "You trust him fully?"

  "We are obliged to do so."

  "Wa'al, boys, ef this yere critter can't take yer straight ter Pacheco,nobody kin."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Jest this!" cried Bushnell, explosively; "this yere Greaser galoot w'atyer calls Pedro is nobody but Ferez!"

  "Who is Ferez?"

  "He's Pacheco's lieutenant!"

  Frank uttered a cry of amazement and anger, wheeling quickly on theMexican, his hand seeking the butt of a revolver.

  But the dark-faced rascal seemed ready for such an exposure, for, with ayell of defiance, he dropped behind his horse, and the animal shot likea rocket from the firelight into the shadows which lay thick on thedesert.

  Bushnell opened up with a brace of revolvers, sending a dozen bulletswhistling after the fellow, in less than as many seconds.

  At the first shot, Hans Dunnerwust fell off his horse, striking on hisback on the sand, where he lay, faintly gurgling:

  "Uf you don'd shood der odder vay, I vos a tead man!"

  "Don't let him escape with a whole skin!" shouted Frank, as he began towork a revolver, although he was blinded by the flashes from Bushnell'sweapon so that he was forced to shoot by guess.

  Ferez seemed to bear a charmed life, for he fled straight on into thenight, sending back a mocking shout of laughter. From far out on thewaste, he cried:

  "Bah, Gringo dogs! You cannot harm me! I will see you again,_Americanoes_. This is not the last."

  With an angry exclamation of disappointment and anger, Bushnell flunghis empty revolvers on the sand at his feet.

  "Dern me fer a fool!" he roared. "Ef I'd done my shootin' first an' mytalkin' arterward, he wouldn't got away."

  But Ferez had escaped, and they could only make the best of it.

  When this was over and the excitement had subsided, they sat about thefire and discussed the situation. Frank then showed the golden imagewhich Burk had given him, and explained how the dying man had told ofthe Silver Palace.

  Bushnell listened quietly, a cloud on his face. At the conclusion of thestory, he rose to his feet, saying:

  "Ef Jack Burk made you his heir, thet goes, an' I ain't kickin' nonewhatever. Old Jack didn't hev no relatives, so he hed a right to makeany galoot his heir. But thar's goin' ter be plenty of worry fer anybodyas tries ter reach ther Silver Palace. How'd you 'spect ter git 'crostther
chasm?"

  "As yet, I have not taken that into consideration. The kidnaping ofProfessor Scotch has banished thoughts of everything else from my mind."

  "Wa'al, ef Jack Burk made you his heir, you're entitled ter your half ofther treasure, providin' you're ready ter stand your half of therexpenses ef we fail ter git thar."

  "You may depend on me so far as that is concerned."

  "Wa'al, then, you see I hev three hawses. One is fer me ter ride,another is ter kerry provisions, and ther third is ter tote therballoon."

  "The balloon!"

  "Thet's whatever. I hev another balloon with which ter cross thet tharchasm. It's ther only way ter git over. In crossin' ther balloon will beloaded with a ballast of sand; but when we come back, ther ballast willbe pure gold!"