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"A hot time on the old desert to-day," observed Hippy. "Emma, how
would you like a dish of strawberry ice cream for luncheon?" he
teased.
"I think you are real mean," pouted Emma.
Grace, at this juncture, galloped up beside the guide to ask him
about the water hole that they were hoping to reach, that day, but
from his shake of the head she knew that he was not particularly
hopeful about finding water there.
"It should be easy for you to nose out a water tank, Mr. Lang,"
she said, smiling over at him.
"How so?"
"You are so successful in unraveling the mysteries of nature that
you surely should be able to discover water even where there isn't
any."
"What are you driving at, Mrs. Gray?"
"I have an idea that you solved at least one mystery this
morning."
Hi Lang flushed a little under his tan and shook his head.
"There's no use trying to keep anything from you, and there's no
reason that I know of, why I should. No one is buried in that
place where we found the box. The cross was set up to keep people
away so they wouldn't find the box with the gold and the map. It
was my idea that we should find it to be so. How did you know?"
"I saw what you had been doing," answered Grace. "What do you
think is the most important contents of the box, the gold?"
"No. I reckon the map might be a sight more valuable than the
handful of gold if one knew where to find the place that the map
pictures. There's a heap of bad actors down this way, Mrs. Gray.
They are regular land pirates. We call them desert pirates. They'd
murder a man for two bits, and I reckon that maybe they had
something to do with that place back there, and that the fellow
who owned the map, when he saw the pirates coming, buried it so
they shouldn't find it."
"Then this is another mystery for us to solve, Mr. Lang--the
mystery of the buried map. I suppose you have discovered that the
girls of the Overland Riders are possessed of the usual curiosity
of their sex, have you not?"
Hi laughed silently.
"You've got a poser this time. 'Fraid your curiosity won't be
gratified, so far as that map is concerned, but I reckon you'll
find so much doing before long that you will forget all about this
particular mystery. We are not being watched out of mere
curiosity, Mrs. Gray," declared the guide.
"I am well aware of that, Mr. Lang," replied Grace Harlowe
gravely.
CHAPTER XVIII
AN OLD INDIAN TRICK
It was the most trying day of their journey that the Overlanders
were experiencing, because of the heat and the fact that they were
getting further and further below sea level. The heat was a
lifeless heat, and the members of the outfit found themselves
nodding and swaying in their saddles, keeping awake only by much
effort.
"Water only five miles away," called Hippy Wingate late in the
afternoon in a cheerful voice. "Wake up, Overlanders! Hi says we
will be there before sundown."
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