MYSTERY ACROSS THE BORDER

The Barbara Ann Series

By Ruth Grosby
The Stolen Blueprints
The Mystery at Mountain View
Mystery Across the Border
The Clue in the Camera

MYSTERY ACROSS
THE BORDER
BY

RUTH GROSBY

Illustrated by
Paul Laune

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS : : NEW YORK

Copyright, 1941 by
GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC.
All Rights Reserved

Printed in the United States of America

CONTENTS
CHAPTER

I. A PLEASANT SURPRISE

PAGE

II. SECRETS

13

III. AN ACCIDENT

27

IV. ACROSS THE BORDER

40

V. IN THE TROPICS

51

VI. A STRANGE STORY

71

VII. LOST IN THE LAND OF THE ANCIENTS

89

VIII. AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE LAW

108

IX. AN UNEXPECTED MEETING

118

X. VANISHED!

139

XI. TRAPPED IN A TOMB

155

XII. A QUARREL

176

XIII. THE IDOL

185

XIV. THE PHOTOGRAPH

199

XV. SUSPICION!

211

XVI. FOOTPRINTS IN THE PATIO

234

XVII. REUNION!

251

MYSTERY ACROSS
THE BORDER
CHAPTER I
A PLEASANT SURPRISE
Whee! Finished at last! Isnt that a grand and
glorious feeling? Our last final exam! exclaimed
the plump, round-faced girl, and she joyously
threw her notebook into the air.
You had better not be too careless with that
notebook, Jane, said a dark-haired girl at her
side. If you didnt do any better than I in that
chemistry exam you may be needing it next year.
A worried frown crossed her pretty face as she
added, I certainly hope I passed. I know I had at
least three of those formulas wrong.
Oh, Bev, you probably passed with flying
colors, said Alice Murdock. You worried about
chemistry last semester, too, and you finished
with an average of eighty. She paused and turned
to a small, brown-haired girl. But whats the
matter with you, Babs? You havent said a word
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for the last ten minutes, and that isnt like you.
Youre certainly not worried about passing, are
you?
Barbara Ann Wilson slowly shook her head.
No, I think I passed all right, although I didnt do
any too brilliantly.
Well, then, what is worrying you? asked
Beverly.
Nothing is exactly worrying me, replied the
young girl. Its just that I am thinking this is
really the end of our days at Butler High.
What of it? asked Jane Richards, an
expression of disgust on her usually good-natured
face. Barbara Ann Wilson, at times you are a
great trial to me. Havent you been looking
forward to graduation for the last four years? And
now, when the great day is almost here, you look
as if you had lost your best friend.
A smile broke over Barbaras face as she
replied, I suppose I am foolish, Jane. But we did
have some good times at school here.
I think I know what you mean, remarked
Beverly Wentworth, linking her arm in that of her
chum. We are going to miss the old school, even
though there were times when we felt it was a
very unpleasant placeespecially when studying
Geometry III, for instance.
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What makes you think we wont have just as

much fun at college? inquired the irrepressible
Jane. If what I heard is true, thats where you
really have a good time.
It all depends upon your reason for going to
collegeto learn something or to play. I, for one,
expect to really study, primly retorted the
serious-eyed Alice.
Of course, there is a happy medium, said
Barbara Ann. Even though we shall have to work
hard we should manage to enjoy ourselves, too.
But Ill never forget some of the fun we have had
right here.
Talking about fun, arent you girls looking
forward to the Senior Dance Friday night?
I certainly am, promptly replied Jane,
especially since Jerry asked me to go. We always
have a good time together. Did Mort ask you to go,
Alice? The young girl nodded and Jane added
mischievously, And, of course, its a great
mystery as to what gentlemen are going to escort
you B. W.s.
You never can tell, quickly retorted Beverly.
We might turn up with two handsome movie
stars, but it just happens we wanted Jimmy and
Bob to be our escorts.
How very strange! commented Jane.
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It was only courteous that we should invite

them to our party, quickly added Barbara, since
they have invited us to several of their college
affairs. And, talking about college, those two boys
can tell you that the freshman year at Midwestern
is far from easy.
Oh, dont be a kill-joy, Babs! exclaimed Jane
in exasperation. Here I am rejoicing that my
work at high school is finished, and you start
reminding me how much harder college will be.
Anyway, we have a whole long summer in which
to do nothing but enjoy ourselves. How about
stopping in at the drugstore for a hot fudge
sundae just to celebrate?
*
*
*
*
Dad is rather late tonight, commented
Barbara Ann, glancing at the clock. Its almost
six-thirty, and he is usually home at six.
Yes, I know, agreed her mother, a worried
expression on her pleasant face. I do hope
nothing has happened. Mrs. Wilson put down her
darning basket and walked over to the window. As
she peered anxiously down the street, her
daughter gently chided her.
Now, Mother, there you go worrying again
without any reason. You know Dad was probably
detained at the office. Hell probably be here any
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minute now. Come on and sit down, Mother.

Looking out of the window wont bring him any
quicker.
Mrs. Wilson reluctantly picked up the sock
which she had been darning. It isnt that Im
worried that anything has happened, she said,
but if he isnt here soon the chops will be cold.
You know how upset Annie gets when her dinner
is spoiled.
Barbara Ann made no comment. She assumed a
more comfortable position on the divan where she
was lying, and began reading the comic sheet. The
sound of a key turning in the latch broke the
silence of the room. Both the woman and the
young girl arose instantly and hurried toward the
door.
What is this? cried the tall, distinguishedlooking man as he entered. A reception
committee to welcome me? I am indeed honored.
Id rather have this particular committee, though,
than any other I know, he said as, stooping, he
kissed first his wife and then his daughter.
Daddy, youre late, reproached Barbara Ann.
And, of course, Mother was beginning to imagine
all sorts of terrible things that might have
happened to you.
Was she, Skeezix? Thats too bad. I should
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have phoned that I would be a little late, but I

really didnt notice the time. Anyway, Mother,
youre never happy unless you have something to
worry about, declared Mr. Wilson, affectionately
patting his wifes hand.
Now, that isnt true, Ellen Wilson indignantly
replied. I dont enjoy worrying, but if the dinner
is cold I can tell you the expression on Annies face
will give you something to worry about! So wash
up quickly, dear, and well eat right away.
When the little family was seated at the table
Mrs. Wilson asked, What detained you at the
office, dear? Anything important come up?
Well, rather, agreed her husband, smiling
slightly. But its a long story, Mother, and I am
really starved, so lets wait until we finish eating.
It must be something nice, said Barbara,
scrutinizing her fathers face, because Dads eyes
are twinkling like they always do when he is
especially pleased.
Mr. Wilson laughed. I just cant hide anything
from you, young lady. Mother, we have a regular
Sherlock Holmes for a daughter. Well, whether
the news is good or bad you and Mother must
judge, because it concerns you as much as it does
me.
In spite of the torrent of questions this
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statement brought forth from the feminine

members of his family, Mr. Wilson refused to say
another word about the matter until dinner was
finished. Settling himself comfortably in a large
easy chair, Mr. Wilson lit a cigar and began to
puff contentedly. Babs, how does it happen you
are not studying? Dont you have any homework
to do this evening?
Oh, you know I took my last final today, Dad.
Thats right. I should have remembered that,
commented her father, imperturbably. And how
well do you think you did?
Oh, I believe I passed everything all right,
impatiently answered Barbara Ann. But we
wont know our grades until Friday. Theyll be
posted then. Dad, youre just trying to tease
Mother and me. You know we are anxious to hear
your news.
Well, I suppose I had better not keep you two
curious women in suspense any longer. He
paused a moment, then startled his listeners with
the question, How would you like to go to Mexico
this summer?
Mexico! simultaneously exclaimed mother and
daughter.
Mr. Wilson laughed heartily at the expressions
on their faces. Yes, Mexico, he repeated. You
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know, the country just across the Texas border, in

case you have forgotten your early lessons in
geography.
Oh, Daddy! Now youre trying to be funny. Of
course Mother and I know where Mexico is. What
we dont know is what suddenly made you think of
taking a trip there.
Mexico must be hundreds of miles from here.
With all the lovely vacation spots comparatively
near by, George, why did you decide upon
Mexico?
Youre right about Mexico being a good
distance away, Motherapproximately two
thousand miles from here to Mexico City. But
youre wrong about my having decided upon that
country for our vacation jaunt. Nothing at all has
been decided. It all depends on you and Babs.
You mean, eagerly inquired Barbara Ann,
that if Mother and I want to go to Mexico it is all
settled?
Thats right, replied Mr. Wilson.
Barbara threw her arms about her mother and
hugged her enthusiastically. Do you hear that,
Moms? Were really going to Mexico, the land of
flowers, lovely seoritas, and bandits.
And dirt, which you forgot to mention, dryly
remarked Ellen Wilson as she adjusted some loose
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strands of hair which had been disarranged by her

daughters violent embrace. Goodness, Babs, you
almost pulled me apart in your impetuousness. In
fact, between you and Dad with his surprises, I
havent as yet caught my breath. She sank down
upon the divan and smiled affectionately at her
family.
But, Mother, surely you do want to go?
inquired Barbara Ann, with a slight note of
anxiety creeping into her voice. From all I have
read and heard, Mexico must be fascinatingso
mysterious and romantic. And think how
educational travel is!
It sounds as if our daughter has been reading
the travel folders, Mother, remarked Mr. Wilson.
But, my dear, how does the idea itself appeal to
you?
Oh, George, I dont know. Its all so sudden! Of
course we would probably find Mexico very
interesting, but then Ive heard a great many tales
of the dreadful food which they serve and the
impure water down there, and between that and
their lack of sanitation, we would probably come
back home with either ptomaine poisoning or
typhoid fever!
At this outburst both Mr. Wilson and Barbara
Ann laughed until the tears came to their eyes.
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Trust Mother to find something to worry

about. But, seriously, if you should talk to any of
the thousands of tourists who visit Mexico every
year, you would have a very different picture.
They are always so filled with enthusiasm that
they cant wait to go back again. Anyhow, well
take typhoid shots before we leave, and boil all of
our water while there, so you really neednt
worry.
You see, Mother, triumphantly exclaimed
Barbara Ann, all your objections are overruled.
Now, have you made up your mind to go?
But when did you plan to go, and how long
would we be away? And wouldnt it be very
expensive, dear? Mrs. Wilson still did not appear
reconciled to the idea of a trip to Mexico.
Answering your questions chronologically, I
should say we would leave about the last week in
July and would stay either three weeks or a
month, depending on how well we shall be
enjoying ourselves. As for the expense, it probably
would not be as costly as you think. You know, the
rate of exchange is very favorable right now, and
our American dollar is worth about four times as
much in Mexico. That means we can live fairly
reasonably down there. Besides, our expenses will
be partially paid.
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What do you mean, Dad? asked Barbara.

Just this. I never have had an opportunity to
explain to you ladies just what prompted this
whole Mexican idea, since you have kept me too
busy answering all your other questions.
However, this is the story:
A few days ago a man for whom we have done
several building jobs came into our office. He
wants us to put up an office building for him but
has some very definite ideas as to its style of
architecture. In fact, he wants the building to be
almost identical with one which was recently
constructed in Mexico City, and which he saw
while vacationing there this winter. He is quite
wealthy, and does not object to putting a large
sum of money into a building, provided that the
results are exactly as he has specified. It was his
own suggestion that I make a trip to Mexico City
simply to make a study of that one building, and
he offered to pay all my expenses.
Whew! exclaimed Barbara Ann. Isnt that
perfectly wonderful, Mother?
That is good news, George! said Mrs. Wilson,
smiling happily at her husband. That means
another big job for your firm. But I am not
surprised. Anyone with any judgment knows that
Wilson, Radcliffe and Company are the finest
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architectural engineers in the city.

Dont you think you might be a trifle
prejudiced, my dear? asked Mr. Wilson who,
nevertheless, appeared well pleased with his
wifes praise. But to get back to my story, he
continued, when Fredericks suggested my going
to Mexico City it occurred to me that I might
combine business with pleasure and take my
family alongat my own expense of course.
Besides, Mother, we have a young lady in our
midst who will soon be a graduate, and I thought
a trip to Mexico might make a very nice
graduation gift.
Oh, Dad, it would be a wonderful gift, the
young girl cried delightedly, and she proceeded to
bestow one of her vigorously affectionate hugs
upon her father.
Well, since you put it that way, I dont see
what further objections I can raise. I certainly
dont want to interfere with Barbara Anns
graduation present. Besides, with both of you
arguing against me, what chance would I have,
anyway? Then, with an expression resembling
that of a mischievous child, she added, Anyway,
Ive wanted to go all along. I just wanted to be
coaxed!
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CHAPTER II
SECRETS
Oh, dear! That certainly takes the wind out of
my sails. Here I thought I was going to tell you
some wonderful news, and you already know all
about our trip. Barbara Ann Wilson turned a
crestfallen face toward her chum, Beverly
Wentworth, who promptly laughed quite
unsympathetically.
Dont look so woebegone, Babs, she said. It
wasnt my fault that your father told mine all
about your plans to drive to Mexico this summer.
Isnt that just like a man? They talk about
women not being able to keep a secret, and here
Dad goes around telling everyone about our trip
almost before we ourselves have made up our
minds to go. Now I dont have the fun of
surprising you. Barbara Ann disconsolately
reached for another cookie.
The two friends were seated, or to be more
precise, sprawled on the bed in Beverlys room.
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They had been discussing the forthcoming prom

and all the exciting activities associated with
graduation. Their conversation had been
interspersed by generous forays on the plate of
freshly-baked cookies which Caroline, the
Wentworths good-natured cook, had thoughtfully
produced. A short while ago they had returned
from a visit to their school where, breathlessly,
they had stood before the bulletin board perusing
the list of those who were to graduate.
Both girls had heaved great sighs of relief when
they found their names on the list, and the names
of all their friends. Smiling happily, the two girls
had sauntered leisurely home.
Barbara, like a child saving the best piece of
Candy to the last, had nobly restrained her desire
to tell Beverly the great news. Finally when she
could refrain no longer, she was greatly chagrined
at her chums calm reception of the Wilson
familys good fortune, and was definitely annoyed
by Beverlys remark, I knew all about that last
night. However, her disappointment was soon
forgotten and she chatted gaily of the wonderful
trip they were planning.
Just imagine, Bev, well probably drive about
live thousand miles altogether, including the
number of side trips we plan to take and all the
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driving well do around Mexico City itself. Thats

quite a bit of ground to cover in less than a
month.
It certainly is. But wont your father get very
tired driving all that distance himself? It doesnt
seem to me that hell have much of a vacation.
Certainly it wont be a rest for him.
No, it wont be a rest, but he wont have to do
all the driving by any means.
What do you mean? Your mother doesnt drive,
does she?
No, Mother doesnt. But there is another
member of the party whom you have forgotten,
Miss Wentworth. Did it ever occur to you that I
might do some of the driving?
You! Why, you dont know the first thing about
driving a car! ejaculated Beverly.
Thats where you are entirely wrong. I have
had two driving lessons, and I can already start
the car without jerkingwell, she added,
without jerking very much, anyway.
But I didnt know you were even planning to
learn how to drive! exclaimed Bev, her brown
eyes wide in astonishment.
A long time ago Dad promised he would teach
me as soon as I was sixteen. And now he wants
me to learn in earnest, so that by the time we
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start our trip Ill be a good enough driver to take

the wheel when he gets tired.
Did he really say that? As her friend nodded,
Beverly slowly shook her dark head. Now that
changes the complexion of things entirely. Ill
have in make up my mind all over again.
What in the world are you talking about?
inquired Barbara Ann. What does my learning to
drive have to do with you?
Quite a bit, darling, since I must decide
whether I shall trust my tender young life in your
none too steady hands.
Such conceit! retorted Barbara Ann. I havent
asked you to go driving with me, and whats more,
after your disparaging remarks I doubt that I ever
shall.
No, you havent invited mebut your adorable
father has!
My father?
At the look of utter bewilderment on Barbaras
face, Beverly could contain herself no longer.
Between gales of laughter, which left her weak
and gasping for breath, Beverly managed to
inform Barbara that she had been invited to join
her family on their journey to Mexico.
She spoke in excited, jerky little phrases. Your
latherthats why he told my mother and dad
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about your planssuggested that the trip would

make a nice graduation gift for me. He thought it
would be educational for both of us. Said you
would enjoy it more if I were along.
Gradually Barbara grasped the full significance
of what her friend was attempting to say. Bev
Bev! she cried. You mean you are really going
along with us? Oh, that just makes everything
perfect!
The two young girls threw their arms about
each other and began dancing about the room.
Suddenly Barbara Ann stood still and began to
reprimand her companion with mock severity.
But you, young lady, should certainly be
thoroughly chastised for keeping such a secret
from me for a whole day. Imagine your having
known you were going along ever since last night
and not saying a word to me until just now! And
Mother and Dad, too, not saying a word about
inviting you to come along. Its a conspiracy, thats
what it isbut a mighty nice one.
I think my tongue must have several blisters
on it where I bit it to keep from telling you
everything the first minute I saw you today. But it
was really too funny to see your face when you
thought you were going to surprise me with your
news. Now, whos the surprised one? And Beverly
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was off once more in a fresh paroxysm of laughter

in which Barbara joined her.
Well, anyway, said Barbara when she was
able to speak, maybe Ill surprise one person. I
dont think Bob Allen has heard of our trip as yet.
At least, when I spoke to him over the phone last
night and told him I had some news to tell him, he
didnt seem to have any idea what it was about.
Incidentally, he told me he had something
surprising to tell me, too, and we agreed to
exchange our secrets next Friday night at the
prom. Thats just a week from today. I can hardly
wait!
I dont imagine hell like your surprise very
much, remarked Beverly. Probably the idea that
youll be two thousand miles away from him wont
be very much to his liking. Besides, they say some
of those Mexicans are really handsome Romeos.
I dont see what difference that should make to
Hob. Hell probably manage to survive my absence
very well indeed. Anyway, hell have his time well
occupied keeping Jimmy from missing you too
much. I wouldnt be a bit surprised if theyd have
quite an enjoyable time feeling sorry for each
other.
Yes, agreed Beverly with all the wisdom of her
.sixteen years. Men are such shallow creatures
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Dot capable of great suffering as we women are.

At the sound of a clock striking Barbara jumped
hurriedly to her feet. Six oclock! she exclaimed.
I had no idea it was that late, and I promised to
be home early. Ill have to run.
*
*
*
*
A penny for your thoughts, said the tall, goodlooking lad to the small girl at his side.
For several minutes Barbara Ann Wilson had
been sitting quietly, her head tilted back resting
against the trunk of a tree. It was a beautiful
June night quite the most perfect night possible
for a Senior Prom. In fact, the whole day had gone
off smoothly and with dignity. The Senior
Banquet with its many toasts and reading of the
class prophecy had been fun and now, as a fitting
climax to the day, the Senior Prom.
The scene which Barbara Ann and Bob had just
left had been a gay and colorful one. The school
gymnasium had been converted into an exquisite
fairyland by festoons of colored lanterns and a
profusion of flowers and greenery. The Committee
on Decorations had shown wisdom in its selection
of the daughter of the citys leading florist for the
role of chairman.
The real charm of the picture, however, lay in
the fresh young faces of the happy boys and girls
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jostling one another along the crowded floor. They

were dancing to the strains of the best four-piece
swing band availablethat is, available for the
twenty dollars which was left in the class treasury
when all their expenses had been paid. The girls
were lovely in their dainty long white dresses and,
together with their partners handsomely garbed
in dark blue trousers and white coats, presented
an unforgettable picture.
It was warm and noisy in the gymnasium, and
so Barbara Ann and Bob welcomed the cool breeze
which fanned their hot cheeks as they stole
outside. Finding an empty bench beneath a
thickly-branched oak tree, the young people had
seated themselves and were enjoying the
contrasting peace and quiet of the silent night.
A penny for my thoughts? Theyre worth much
more, Bob, but Ill tell them to you, anyway. I was
just thinking that there is something sad about
high school graduations. Not only are you saying
good-by to the school where you have worked and
played for four years, but also to many of your
classmates. Some of the boys and girls I have
known well I shall probably never see again.
Barbara Ann paused for a moment, then added a
trifle self-consciously, Youll probably think me
very silly when I tell you that there is something
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else which makes me feel rather depressed.

What is that, Babs?
Simply that graduating seems like saying
farewell to childhood. Knowing that I shall be
going to College next September makes me feel
very grown-up indeed.
Bob smiled, but his eyes were sympathetic. I
think I know how you feel, Babs, since I had some
of the same thoughts last year when I graduated.
About feeling grown-up, though, just wait until
you ionic to Midwestern as a freshman. The upper
classmen will take any such idea out of your head
in a hurry. In fact, Ill be greatly surprised if, for
the first few weeks, you dont feel more like a
kindergartner than a college girl. You are
definitely going to Midwestern, arent you, Babs?
There was an eager note in his voice which the
young girl did not miss.
Im not quite certain as yet. We have to discuss
that matter more thoroughly at home. By the way,
though, wasnt it wonderful that Alice Murdock
won the scholarship to Midwestern? She certainly
deserved it, for she worked very hard. I doubt very
much that she would have been able to afford
college otherwise.
Alice is a good kid. You didnt do so bad
yourself, young ladyranking third in your class.
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That was an accident. Either that, or the rest

of the class was awfully dumb. All I can say is
that it was a good thing I took only a year of
chemistry because I never could have bluffed the
instructor any longer. I still dont have the
faintest idea what that subject is all about.
Cheer up. You wont have to take it at college
unless you want to. But why are we talking about
chemistry when you have some important news
for me? Remember, you promised to tell me
tonight?
Barbara Ann nodded, and forgetting her former
rather pensive mood, sat up, eager and excited.
But you have something to tell me, too, Bob. You
tell me first.
No, said the boy, shaking his head stubbornly.
You know the ruleladies first.
All right, you meanie, said Babs, Ill not keep
you in suspense any longer. Bob, were going to
Mexico!
Mexico! exclaimed the boy.
Yes. Barbara Ann was delighted at the
dramatic effect of her statement.
But, stammered Bob, Who is we? And when
are you going, and why?
Goodness! Dont ever say women are the
curious sex. You can certainly ask questions faster
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than anyone I know. By we I meant Mother, Dad,

Beverly, and myself. As for whenthe last week
in July. Why? Combination of business on Dads
part and pleasure on ours. Oh, Bob, Im so excited
at the thought of the trip. Dont you think it will
be fun?
Fun? Thats putting it mildly. I think its great,
Babs, and Im certainly happy that you are going.
Barbara looked at the young man. She had to
admit that she was a trifle surprised at his
reception of her news. Naturally, she thought he
would be happy at her good fortune, but she did
think he might be a little displeased that he
wouldnt see her for a whole month. However,
scrutinizing Bobs face, Barbara Ann couldnt
detect the slightest shadow of regretonly an
expression of genuine pleasure. She withdrew her
hand which the boy in his excitement had seized
and had been clasping tightly. Then she spoke,
and her voice was slightly cold. Im glad you liked
my surprise so much. Now may I have yours?
You certainly may! Bob laughed heartily. I
dont think you really wanted me to like the idea
of your going to Mexico. Perhaps I shouldnt have
liked it one little bit, excepting for my surprise.
Babs, be prepared for the worst! Im going to
Mexico, too!
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For a moment the young girl was speechless.

She was even guilty of sitting with her mouth
wide open. Finally, regaining her power of speech,
she bombarded her companion with questions.
Bob interrupted, laughing. Did you say
something about my asking questions? At least I
kept still long enough for you to answer them.
Barbara pretended to ignore the rebuke but
nevertheless ceased talking.
Now then, said Bob, our Mexican venture
was decided upon two weeks ago. Jim Henderson,
Jerry Drake, Mort Turner, and I are going to drive
down to Mexico City in my car. We plan to leave
on the fifteenth of July, just a week before you,
and shall be gone as long as our money holds out.
We expect to rough it quite a bitcamp out most
of the time and do our own cooking to save
expenses. Since American money goes pretty far
in Mexico, were hoping to be able to see a great
deal of the country without spending too much.
Bob, how perfectly wonderful! said Barbara
Ann, her eyes shining. Then well see you down
there.
Of course. You just try to avoid us! In fact, I
wouldnt be a bit surprised if the Misses Wilson
and Wentworth would have four handsome escorts
to protect them from those Mexican desperadoes
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throughout their stay.

Wont Beverly be excited when she hears the
news? Maybe Jimmy has already told her.
He probably has, and dont think it will make
him angry to think hell be seeing a good deal of
Beverly!
This trip just seems better and better every
minute. I would like to give Dad a big kiss this
minute for making it possible for me to go.
You might use me as a substitute!
Barbara blushed and mumbled, Silly!
Speaking of being grateful to your father, Bob
continued in a more serious tone, I certainly owe
plenty to my Dad. You know, I had planned to get
another job this summer to help take care of my
expenses at college. So far I have managed to pay
my own tuition from the money I saved doing odd
jobs while at high school and working last
summer at Mountain View. This year Ive been
lucky enough to get a part-time job at Midwestern
helping one of the professors with some research
he is doing. That will pay something, and I still
have some left to put toward this years tuition.
When Dad heard that the fellows wanted to plan a
trip this summer he insisted that I go. He said
Mother and he both thought a vacation would do
me good, and that I was to use the money I
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planned to put toward the tuition for the trip.

What is more, he wants to pay my expenses at
college next yearsays he can afford it now
because your Dad gave him a raise.
Bob, thats great! Dad didnt mention that, but
I know he and Mr. Radcliffe both think your
father their most valuable man.
Of course, Im not going to let Dad really pay
for my education. There are too many other good
uses Mother and he have for the money. But Ill
let him loan it to me, and Ill pay it back as soon
as possible. I expect to get some work for the
month before we leave. How about it, Babs? Do
you think you will be able to stand having me
around in Mexico?
Barbaras eyes twinkled mischievously as she
replied, If I can stand having you around here, I
suppose Ill be able to tolerate you in a strange
land. Besides, Bob, somehow you always seem to
come in handy.

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CHAPTER III
AN ACCIDENT
I like Texas much better than Oklahoma,
commented Beverly as she gazed out of the
window of the rapidly moving car.
Why, Beverly? asked Mrs. Wilson, trying to
find a more comfortable position for her cramped
feet.
Dont take me too seriously. Im just mad
because I still have a few bruises from that last
detour in Oklahoma. Beverly rubbed her elbow
ruefully.
What Bev really means, called Barbara from
the front seat, is that the gas station attendants
are better looking and more polite. Did you ever
see so many tall men as there are in Texas? Why,
Dad, you are a regular half-pint beside some of
them, and I always thought you were very tall.
Mr. Wilson took one hand off the wheel long
enough to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.
I havent had time to observe either the scenery
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or the gas station attendants as closely as you two

youngsters, but I do know when it comes to heat
Texas cant be beaten. I dont know which is
hotterthe engine or myself. What do you say we
all pull up at the next gas station and give both
ourselves and the car a drink?
This suggestion was accepted with enthusiasm.
The party had been Mexico bound for two and a
half days. Mrs. Wilson, who was not very fond of
touring, said that it felt as if they had been
driving for two and a half years. Even the two
young girls were beginning to feel somewhat tired
and bedraggled after the long days of speeding
over hot, dusty roads. Their culottes, so fresh and
pretty when they had started, were now rumpled
and limp. The bandanas which they had tied
around their hair to protect it from the wind and
sun were now perspiration-soaked. Their bodies
ached from the ordeal of sitting for hours in
cramped positions, and their eyes smarted. Yet,
the spirits of the two girls were undaunted and
their enthusiasm was still undiminished. They
were determined to enjoy every minute of the
journey, and refused to permit any of the
discomforts of touring to interfere with their
pleasure. Their gaiety and good spirits were
infectious
and
Mrs.
Wilson,
extremely
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uncomfortable though she was, made few

complaints.
They climbed out stiffly from the car which Mr.
Wilson had steered beside a gasoline pump. As
they stood in the welcome shade of the attractive
green and white oil station, they slowly sipped
Coca-Colas. Having given the car all the attention
it required, the friendly attendant, a husky, blond
young man, sauntered leisurely over to the little
group. He began conversing with them in a
pleasant, drawling voice. Barbara and Beverly
asked him several questions just to hear him talk.
Having observed the name of their home town,
placed above the license plate, the young man
remarked, Seems to me I remember filling up the
tank of a car from your city just about a week ago.
Some young fellows, I think, were driving it.
Were there four of them? quickly asked
Beverly. And was one of them a little shorter
than you, and did he have dark wavy hair?
The young fellow smiled ingratiatingly. Well,
now, I dont know that I can rightly remember
what those fellows looked like, but Im pretty
certain there were four of them. They had to let
their motor cool, so we had quite a little chat.
They said they were bound for Mexico.
Oh, that must have been the boys! Mother and
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Dad, did you hear that? Bob and Jim and the
others stopped at this very gas station!
My, my, what a coincidence, calmly remarked
Mr. Wilson. But I wouldnt be in the least amazed
to learn that those friends of yours had stopped at
several of the same stations all along the way,
since they are following the same route.
Nevertheless, stated Barbara Ann, quite
unabashed, it seems queer to have someone so
far from home talking to us about them. I suppose
that by now they are in Mexico Cityunless, of
course, they had some trouble along the way, or
decided to stop over at some place of interest.
Yes, and just think, Babs, tomorrow morning
well be crossing the border. Im excited at the
thought of actually crossing the Rio Grande and
setting foot on Mexican soil.
Well have to get an early start tomorrow
morning, since well lose quite a lot of time at the
border. I understand it takes a while getting your
money changed to Mexican currency, and going
through all the red tape with the customs
officials.
Oh, dear, sighed Mrs. Wilson, do you think
the inspectors will unpack our suitcases in front of
everyone? I knew I should have sewn the torn lace
on that gown before we left.
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Everyone, even the polite young Texan, laughed

at this remark. He hastened to relieve the
womans mind. I doubt very much that they will
even unpack your bags. Theyll probably just ask
you a few questions. The Mexican inspection is not
very rigid. When you come back youll find the
American customs officials much more thorough.
At any rate, we had better leave bright and
early tomorrow, and had better try to reach our
stopping place as soon as possible tonight so that
we can turn in early. How is the road from here to
Austin?
Like all the roads in Texas, sirmighty fine.
Mr. Wilson turned to his daughter. Chicken,
how would you like to drive for a while and give
your Dad a chance to rest?
Daddy, do you mean it? Will you really let me
drive?
Of course. Why do you think I have been
teaching you to drive this summer? Although I
wouldnt want you to drive alone in heavy traffic
as yet, I certainly see no reason why you cant
drive along the highway.
Who am I to complain, said Beverly, since
you and Mrs. Wilson are willing to place your fate
in your daughters hands? However, I cannot but
wish that I might have had a few more years
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granted me in which to drink from the cup of life.

Beverly, I could cheerfully wring your neck!
exclaimed Barbara. Ill show you I know how to
handle a car. Come on, everyone!
Once more the four people climbed into the car.
After a friendly farewell to the blond Adonis, to
which he replied with characteristic Texas
hospitality, Hurry back! they were on their way.
Barbara Ann didnt succeed in starting quite as
smoothly as she would have liked, especially when
she heard Beverlys derisive giggle. However, after
driving a few miles the wheel began to feel more
natural in her hands, and she permitted herself to
relax a bit.
I was wondering how long you were going to sit
up stiff as a poker, Skeezix, said her father,
smiling. Thats rather hard on your back, and
doesnt help your driving at all. But that is what
all new drivers do, so I didnt say anything.
I was just a little bit frightened at first,
confessed Barbara, but I wouldnt want Beverly
to know that for the world.
Her father chuckled. You two youngsters do
enjoy teasing each other.
They drove for several miles without further
conversation. Now and then Mr. Wilson would
make a suggestion in connection with Barbaras
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driving, but as the afternoon wore on his remarks

became less frequent. Glancing out of the corner of
her eye, the girl could see her fathers head
nodding. Silence from the rear of the car told her
that its two occupants were also dozing. They
cant be exactly terrified by my driving or they
wouldnt fall asleep, thought Barbara with a
great deal of satisfaction.
What happened next was all the fault of an
innocent little calfor at least that is what
Barbara Ann claimed afterward, though none of
the other occupants were wide awake enough to
verify her story Babs had listened to both her
fathers and Bobs admonitions on how to avoid
accidents and had even read several books on
careful driving, but nowhere had she been
instructed as to the proper procedure to follow
when a calf suddenly decides to cross the highway,
changes its mind halfway across, and simply
stands there. Barbara instinctively swerved the
car to avoid hitting the animal. A more
experienced driver probably wouldnt have
swerved quite so much. Even then all would have
been well had not a large sedan been parked at
the roadside. There was a sickening sound of
scraping metal, a series of jolts, and a frightening
zigzagging motion before the dazed Barbara Ann
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brought the car to a stop. All the occupants were

now thoroughly awake. Mrs. Wilson, as soon as
she was able to speak, gasped, Is everyone all
right?
Barbara, all color drained from her face, turned
to her father. Oh, Dad, she cried, Im afraid to
look. What did I do to that other car?
Mr. Wilson, seeing that none of his party was
injured, had partially regained his composure.
The only way to find out, Babs, is to get out and
see. You had better let me steer this car a little
farther off the highway first, and then well go
over and see what the damage is.
As Barbara Ann stood by the side of the road
waiting for her father to park the car, she felt as
though her legs would give way beneath her. Her
teeth were actually chattering, she was trembling
so much. Glancing toward the large sedan, she
saw the door open and a white-haired gentleman
descend. Although slightly stooped and walking
with a cane, the elderly man seemed to fairly fly
across the ground as he strode toward her.
Barbara Ann needed only one glance at his
flushed face to see that he was angry. While he
was still several feet from Barbara he began
brandishing his cane and shouting, Where is that
confounded fool who has the nerve to drive a car?
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He ought to be locked behind barspeople arent

safe with maniacs like that driving cars!
At that moment Mr. Wilson alighted from his
car. Seeing him, the irate man started to rush
past Barbara with an exclamation, Theres that
menace to society now!
Barbara stepped in front of the man. In spite of
the fact that she was trembling visibly, her voice
never faltered as she spoke. I am sorry, sir, but I
am the one you are looking for. I was driving the
car when the accident occurred, not my father.
You! You were driving that car? sputtered the
man, his snapping black eyes searching the gray
eyes turned directly toward him.
Yes, and I cant tell you how sorry I am that it
happened.
Barbara Ann thought she detected a slight
softening of the belligerent expression about the
mans eyes. However, at his next words, uttered
very gruffly, she decided she had been wrong.
Sorry! he barked. What good would being
sorry do if you had killed someone? That is what
happens when you young scalawags think it
smart to drive a car. I ought to have you arrested
for driving while under age.
Barbara Ann forgot that she was badly
frightened and only knew that she was angryas
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angry as she had ever been in her life. Her gray

eyes looked almost black as she spoke, a bright
spot of color on each cheek. Ill have you know
that I have as much right to drive a car as you or
anyone else. I am sixteen years old and fully
possessed of my faculties. Besides, I dont think I
did very much damage to your old car at all.
Youre just a nasty-tempered man, and no
gentleman, either! Id like to know what you
would have done under the circumstancesjust
run over that calf, I suppose.
What calf? asked the man, somewhat taken
aback by her sudden outburst.
Barbara Ann turned around, but unfortunately,
the inconsiderate calf, having done enough
damage for one day, was now nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, however, Mr. Wilson arrived
on the scene. Now then, whats this all about? he
asked, speaking calmly. Has my daughter done
much damage to your car?
Damage to my car! exploded the man. I dont
knowmy mans looking after that. Its myself Im
thinking of. Reynolds had parked the car at what
should have been a perfectly safe distance away
from the highway, and we were just waiting while
the motor cooled off a bit, when suddenly, with
absolutely
no
warning,
this
young
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whippersnapper chooses to crash into us. Its a

wonder we werent all killed! As it is, my nerves
are about smashed. And to make matters worse,
she starts blaming the whole thing on a calf,
which is nowhere to be seen.
Did you expect him to stand around listening
to your tirade? angrily demanded the girl. I dont
blame him for disappearing.
Why, Barbara! said Mr. Wilson. Im surprised
at you for speaking so rudely.
Barbara! said the old man, a startled
expression on his face. Is your name Barbara?
As she nodded, amazed at the sudden change in
the mans demeanor, Barbara Ann was even more
startled to see his face suddenly break into a
smile. Perhaps your daughter is right. No selfrespecting calf should have anything to do with a
cranky old fool like myself. Barbara, forgive me
for losing my temper.
The young girl was almost too astonished to
speak, but she managed to nod her head and
smile rather weakly.
Extending his hand to Mr. Wilson, the man
spoke rather tersely. My name is Stedman
Jonathan Stedman of Galveston.
And I am George Wilson, Mr. Stedman. Now
lets just see how much damage this youngster
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did.
As they approached the beautiful car, Mr.
Stedmans chauffeur, who had been kneeling on
the ground examining the car, quickly arose.
Well, Reynolds, lets have the worst. Has this
young lady just about wrecked my car?
No, sir, answered the man, removing his cap
respectfully. The worst she seems to have done is
scratch the paint a little and dent the back
fender.
Humph! said Mr. Stedman, I guess we cant
lock her up for that. His eyes twinkled as he
spoke. How about your car, Mr. Wilson? Is it in
bad shape?
Not very badjust a cracked headlight and a
dented front fender. Thank goodness, no one was
hurt. The damage to the cars isnt serious. Ill give
you my card, and my insurance company will take
care of your claim.
Noticing the address on the card Mr. Wilson
gave him, Mr. Stedman remarked, You have
come quite a distance.
Yes, and were going a good deal farther.
Mexico City, in fact, is our destination.
Mexico Citythats where we are headed also.
Well, thats a coincidence. Perhaps well meet
you along the way.
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Yes, said the elderly gentleman, gazing at

Barbara Ann. I hope we do, my child, although
perhaps not quite so violently.
They shook hands then, and wished each other
a pleasant journey. Mr. Wilson and Barbara
started down the road toward their car, and
Jonathan Stedman stood looking after them, his
eyes glued to the slight figure of the young girl.
Reynolds glanced at his employer and was
surprised to hear him say very softly, Barbara
and she is just sixteen.

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CHAPTER IV
ACROSS THE BORDER
What do you think of the Rio Grande,
Beverly? asked Barbara, as the two girls stood
gazing at the famous river.
I dont know exactly how to explain the way I
feel, Beverly replied. The river itself looks like
any other rivernarrower than I had imagined.
But I am still thrilled by the thought that this
small body of water not only separates one
country from another, but really divides two
civilizations.
I think I know what you mean. Even in this
border town of Laredo, which seems neither
American nor Mexican, you can see the mixture of
the old and the new. Did you notice some of the
Mexican women carrying baskets on their heads?
A few are wearing the native costume, and others
have on the kind of dresses you might see in any
small town in the States.
Maybe we had better see whether we can help
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your Dad, suggested Beverly, glancing over in the

direction of Mr. Wilson. The latter, very red in the
face, and with many gesticulations, was
attempting to explain something to one of the
Mexican officials.
I should think we had better, quickly agreed
Barbara Ann, hurrying toward her father. What
in the world can be the matter?
Although several of the Mexican customs
officials are able to speak the English language
fluently, the man taking charge of the Wilson
partys baggage was not one of them. The English
he attempted was so badly mispronounced that
Mr. Wilson thought he was speaking Spanish.
Consequently, he tried to answer in Spanish. This
was definitely a mistake. Mr. Wilsons knowledge
of that language was extremely limited, and now
in his excitement he forgot what little he knew,
and the result was an unintelligible jargon. The
object under controversy was a small camera
which Barbaras father had brought along.
The girl approached her father. Whats the
matter, Dad? she inquired, slipping her arm
through his and smiling sweetly at the young
Mexican.
Mr. Wilson stopped waving his arms about long
enough to wipe the beads of perspiration from his
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face. I dont know what this fellow is trying to tell

me, he retorted. The best I can make out of that
gibberish he is yelling is that I cant take this
camera into his country. What I am trying to find
out is what Im supposed to do with itleave it
here, throw it away, or take it apart. As Mr.
Wilson spoke, the official was shaking his head,
which seemed to infuriate Barbaras father, who
was normally a calm and reasonable individual.
Look! he exploded. All he can do is shake his
head. Why doesnt he explain what he wants?
If you wouldnt get excited and would listen to
him for a change, Dad, perhaps you would find out
what he is trying to say.
Just how much longer the controversy would
have lasted is uncertain, but at that moment a
vaguely familiar voice boomed out, I do believe
its little Miss Barbara Wilsonand in trouble
again, unless I miss my guess.
Barbara Ann wheeled around and looked
directly into the smiling eyes of Mr. Stedman.
Oh, said Barbara, we are in trouble. Can you
speak Spanish, Mr. Stedman?
A little, briefly replied the old man. Turning
toward the young Mexican who, having recognized
the elderly gentleman, had removed his cap
respectfully, Mr. Stedman inquired, Is my friend
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Jose having a hard time making himself

understood? Then, speaking rapidly in flawless
Spanish, he carried on a brief conversation with
Jose. Nothing very much wrong here, Mr.
Wilson, Mr. Stedman explained finally. Jose is
simply trying to find out the value of your camera.
You see, all expensive cameras must be registered
before you are permitted to take them into the
country.
Is that all? George Wilson heaved a sigh of
relief. Do you think Ill have to register mine? It
cost exactly eight dollars, but that was on sale.
Jonathan Stedman laughed. I dont believe
youll have to bother, Mr. Wilson. Once again he
addressed Jose in Spanish. The latter smiled, and
without another word, handed the camera back to
Mr. Wilson. And now why dont you all sit down
until they finish with your baggage? It will only be
a few minutes. I told Jose you were friends of
mine and not to take too long.
Were certainly grateful to you, Mr. Stedman,
remarked Mr. Wilson. I dont know just what
would have happened if you hadnt come along. I
was about ready to turn around and go back. But I
dont believe you have met Barbaras friend,
Beverly Wentworth.
Beverly firmly clasped the hand held out to her.
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Youre a lucky man, Mr. Wilson, having two

such charming companions on your journey.
Yes, agreed Barbaras father, but I want you
to meet the loveliest young lady of all, my wife.
He steered the man over to the counter where
Ellen Wilson had been admiring some curios.
As the little group chatted together, Mr. Wilson
remarked, They seem to know you around here,
Mr. Stedman. Have you been across the border
before?
More times than I can remember. Im an oil
man, and some of my largest wells are in Mexico.
Do you mean that you think no more of going
back and forth between Mexico and the States
looking after your business than Dad does going
downtown to his office every day? asked Beverly,
amazement in her dark eyes.
Perhaps that is exaggerating a wee bit, Miss
Beverly, said the man, smiling at the girls
expression. After all, I have a nephew living in
Mexico City who is supposed to take care of my
Mexican interests while I devote my time to my
Texas fields. But there are occasions when that
young mans judgment doesnt agree with mine, so
I pack my bags and am off across the border.
Although she might have imagined it, Barbara
Ann thought she detected a sudden hardening in
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the mans expression when he mentioned his

nephew. She had a peculiar feeling that
differences of opinion between uncle and nephew
were not at all out of the ordinary. However, she
had no time to wonder about the matter, for at
that moment Jose approached. This time they
were able to understand his broken English as he
announced that the inspection was completed and
that they were free to depart. As the party started
to take leave of their benefactor, Mr. Stedman, all
assured him of the hope that they would again
encounter him on their journey.
Meet again? Of course, of course, said the
elderly man in his rather gruff way. You dont
think I would let these young ladies come to
Mexico City without helping to entertain them
there? Ill tell you what we shall do. I know Ill
arrive at my destination long before you.
Everything will be new to you people, and you will
want to make several stops along the way. Here,
Miss Barbara, is a card with my address on it.
Now, as punishment for your bad drivingyes, it
was very bad, you know he continued, as
Barbara appeared about to interrupt, as
punishment, I want you to promise to call me up
at that address just as soon as possible after you
arrive.
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Oh, but you will be busy. You wont want to be

bothered entertaining us, quickly remarked Mrs.
Wilson.
You have no idea what a pleasure it would be
for a lonely old man to be bothered, as you call it,
in such a way. You see, I havent anyone any
longer to make a fuss over me.
There was something pathetic about the mans
expression which went straight to Ellen Wilsons
heart. You have no children of your own? she
asked.
My only daughter and her husband were killed
in an automobile accident fourteen years ago. My
wife died a few months later from the shock. They
left a little girl, but the mans voice trailed off,
and for a moment he stood lost in his memories,
seeming to have completely forgotten his
listeners. With a little start, he roused himself
from his reveries. But, here I am boring you with
my troubles when you are anxious to be on your
way. Come now, lets get started. Ill be expecting
to hear from you, Miss Barbara, in a very few
days. Incidentally, young lady, I might mention to
you that the Mexican live stock is not nearly as
well behaved as our American variety. At any
moment you are liable to turn a corner and find a
whole herd of cattle taking an afternoon siesta
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across the highway.

I think Ill let Dad do the driving, remarked
that young lady, rather subdued.
It might be advisable, Mr. Stedman said, and
without another word he hurried to his car.
*
*
*
*
The drive from the border to Monterrey was one
which the two girls vowed they would never
forget. All along the way they were busy pointing
out new objects of interest in the changing
landscape. They never tired of discovering
different varieties of cacti, which they had first
observed in the southern part of Texas.
They had stopped for Coca-Colas in the small
Mexican town of Sabinas Hidalgo. As they entered
the cantina, the Mexican word for bar, the two
girls felt their hearts beating rapidly. The four
people seated themselves at a small table and
looked about. Later Beverly and Barbara were to
realize that this cantina was typical of all the
hundreds of others to be found throughout Mexico.
Then, however, they were certain they had
wandered into some bandits hangout. They could
not take their eyes off the group of swarthyskinned men congregated before the bar.
Whats the matter, Babs? asked Mr. Wilson.
Youve hardly touched your coke. I thought you
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were thirsty.
Yes, I am, said Barbara, slowly sipping her
drink, but those men fascinate me. They must be
saying something about us, because they keep
looking this way. She clasped her purse more
securely as she added, You dont think they are
planning to hold us up, do you?
Mr. Wilson laughed heartily. Youre letting
your imagination run away with you, my dear.
They do look rather fierce, timidly remarked
his wife. Do you think they could be planning a
revolution?
Once more Mr. Wilson smiled. Either my
family have been seeing too many movies lately or
reading too many mystery stories. You dont
believe any such nonsense, do you, Beverly?
The voice of the dark-haired girl trembled
slightly as she replied, No, I guess not. Just the
same, I dont believe I should like to meet them
alone in the dark.
Beverly, Im disappointed in you! I believe you
are just as bad as the rest. Ill tell you what I
think. Those men are probably farm laborers who
have just come in from the fields to cool off and
have a drink before returning to their work.
But Barbara and Beverly remained secretly
convinced that the men were outlaws of the most
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desperate character.
Outside the cantina, a group of half-naked little
Mexican children swarmed about the Wilsons car.
Some of the youngest, unable as yet to walk, were
being carried by older brothers and sisters,
themselves scarcely able to toddle. Some of the
children had climbed upon the running board and
had pressed dirty faces against the windows,
peering inside. Others were running sticky fingers
over the fenders and examining the headlights.
The more timid children scampered away when
they saw the four Americans emerge from the
cantina. The older and wiser among them,
however, smiled broadly at the rich Americanos
and held out their hands for centavos. Who could
resist such charming little beggars? Purses flew
open and copper pieces came out. Those who had
run away forgot their bashfulness and joined the
others in the scramble for the coins.
One by one the tiny dots disappeared into the
cantina in quest of Coca-Colas. Although a variety
of brightly colored fruit drinks are sold on almost
every street corner in Mexico, the native children
always prefer the American drink Coca-Cola to
any other, possibly because it costs more and they
can seldom afford to buy it.
As they once more drove off, headed for
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Monterrey, Barbara Ann remarked, Now I can

realize that we are actually in a foreign country.

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CHAPTER V
IN THE TROPICS
If I werent so anxious to get to Mexico City I
would certainly dislike leaving Monterrey. Do you
think well be able to spend more time here on the
way back, Mr. Wilson?
Perhaps we shall, Beverly. There are a number
of places of interest around this city I would like
to see if we had more time.
I do hope we havent forgotten anything, said
Mrs. Wilson as her husband placed the last
suitcase in the trunk and locked the lid.
If we have I dont know where we would have
put it, anyway. Women can manage to take more
unnecessary luggage!
We didnt take anything unnecessary, George,
retorted his wife indignantly. Naturally,
traveling all this distance we needed more
clothes.
It would be the same if you were only going
across the street, said the man, with the wisdom
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of experience. However, there is no use

grumbling nothing to do but make the best of it.
Only I warn you that if this family decides to do
much souvenir purchasing someone will have to
get out and walk.
As they drove along, Barbara remarked, Just
thinktomorrow well be in Mexico City.
Yes, agreed her father. That is, we will if the
car continues to behave, and we dont have any
mishaps. I wonder what the great attraction is in
Mexico City, Skeezix?
Barbara answered quickly. Im not ashamed to
admit it will seem good to see those four boys
again. Wasnt it thoughtful of them to leave that
letter for us at our hotel?
It certainly was, agreed Mrs. Wilson. Lets
hear it again, Barbara.
Barbara Ann was quite willing to oblige. In fact,
she almost knew the few words by heart, she had
read them so often. Buenos dias, she read, By
the time you receive this well be in Mexico City
that is, if Susabella is willing. (Susabella was the
name the boys had given to Bobs car.) When you
arrive, you probably wont be able to tell us from
the natives, since we have already acquired
sombreros and serapes and are making good use
of them.
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I can imagine how funny those boys look!

commented Beverly.
Barbara Ann continued reading. The taste we
have had of Mexico makes us want morewere
referring to the scenery, not the food. Having
eaten in one Mexican restaurant, were glad we
brought along a supply of canned goods. If you
behave yourselves we may even invite you to one
of our delicious home-cooked meals. Its funny how
you cant get used to foreign food.
There has been only one disappointment so
farthe seoritas. We havent seen any we could
fall for yet. So hurry on to Mexico City, Babs and
Bevyoull be a sight for sore eyes. Mr. and Mrs.
Wilson will look mighty good to us, too. In fact,
when you arrive at your hotel, youll probably find
us camped on your doorstep. Until then,
Hasta la vista,
The Four Americanos
Humph! remarked Beverly. Im glad that at
last they are beginning to appreciate us, although
they had to go almost two thousand miles to do it.
Silence gradually descended upon the little
group as the car flew steadily over the highway.
With the exception of Mr. Wilson, whose attention
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was concentrated on his driving, each one gazed

steadfastly at the rapidly changing landscape. The
large variety of cacti, ranging from scrubby plants
to huge treelike growths, was particularly
fascinating. The girls insisted on having their
pictures taken underneath a tall maguey plant.
You certainly look like midgets standing next
to that cactus! exclaimed Mrs. Wilson.
Further along the highway the vegetation
became more profuse and of a wilder variety. Soon
it was apparent to the travelers that they were
passing through a section of jungle land. Mother
Nature seemed to have gone on a spree in that
particular section. Heavy vines twined tenaciously
about the branches of overhanging trees. Flowers
grew in great abundance. The eyes of the girls
ached from the strain of searching for the orchids,
which, they had been told, grew wild in the jungle.
I dont see any orchids, complained Barbara
Ann. The heat, which had been steadily
increasing, coupled with eye strain, had made her
head ache, and at the moment she felt very
uncomfortable and cross.
Did you ever stop to think, kitten, said her
father, that perhaps you dont know what to look
for? The uncultivated orchids of the jungle are
very different in appearance from the hot-house
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variety with which you are familiar.

Right now a good, old-fashioned American
hamburger would look a great deal more beautiful
to me than any orchid. Im certainly hungry,
Beverly sighed as she drew the belt of her culottes
tighter about her waist.
That dried-up cheese sandwich and orange we
had for lunch certainly wasnt very filling,
commented Mr. Wilson. A thick juicy steak
wouldnt taste bad now, by any means.
Cheer up, Dad, said Mrs. Wilson. Perhaps
well manage to get a decent meal in
Tamazunchale. Thats where we are spending the
night, isnt it?
Mr. Wilson nodded. Beverly began to laugh.
What a queer name for a village. It sounds as if
they had taken the names of two men, Thomas
and Charlie, and sort of run them together.
Its an old Indian word. I believe the guide
book said it meant Where the Governess Is.
I wonder just what the story is behind the
naming of that town. It should be very
interesting, said Barbara Ann. She rested her
tired head against the seat cushion and gave her
imagination full rein.
I wish something interesting or exciting would
happen to take our minds off our appetites, said
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Beverly. I dont think I would even mind a nice

little revolution. They say this country is full of
them.
Mr. Wilson laughed and called back over his
shoulder, How about a Mexican bandit or two,
Beverly? Would that please you more?
No, I dont think so. If we ran into a revolution
we would see wild-looking men running all around
carrying machetes, and soldiers with guns and
maybe cannons chasing after them. Maybe the
revolutionists would be carrying torches, too, and
setting fire to the towns as they passed through
them.
Whew! exclaimed Barbara Ann. What a
bloodthirsty creature you are turning into. Dad,
well have to feed this girl quickly or But she
never finished the sentence. Barbaras father
stopped the car so suddenly that she fell forward,
hitting her head on the windshield. Ouch! she
exclaimed.
Mrs. Wilson, who had been dozing, was
awakened by the jolt. George! she cried,
terrified. Whats happened? Whats the matter?
Sorry, folks, to have given you such a shaking
up, but it looks as if Beverlys wish has come true.
Were in for some trouble I should say!
Barbaras eyes opened wide in amazement.
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Standing in the middle of the road, immediately

in front of the car, was a Mexican soldier. His arm
was raised in a gesture of warning. Mr. Wilson
had been forced to pull on the emergency brake in
order to avoid hitting him.
A soldier! gasped Beverly. Oh my! Maybe we
have run into a revolution! She turned pale at
the thought.
The soldier was short and unkempt, and his
uniform appeared much the worse for wear. He
stepped on the running board and thrust his head
through the open window. Barbara moved closer
to her father, separating herself as far as possible
from the man. A long, jagged cut across his cheek,
still bleeding slightly, did not add to his
attractiveness.
What do you wish? asked George Wilson.
Why did you stop us?
Victoria, replied the soldier.
What does he mean? anxiously asked
Barbaras mother.
Victoria! Victoria! repeated the man. It
was plain that he couldnt speak a word of
English.
Mr. Wilson remarked, It sounds to me as if the
man were saying, To Victoria. Turning toward
the soldier, he asked, Victoria?
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S, s! impatiently answered the man.

Is Victoria on our way to Tamazunchale?
asked Beverly.
Yes, right on the way. But I dont understand
why he is telling us to go there. I cant figure out
whether he is arresting us for some traffic
violation, and the court is in Victoria, or whether
there is some other reason he wants us to go
there.
Oh dear, are we being arrested? anxiously
inquired Mrs. Wilson, an expression of horror on
her face. I just know we shouldnt have come to
Mexico!
Now, now, Mother, dont get excited, said Mr.
Wilson, as he slowly started the car. Well soon
find out what its all about, and whatever the
trouble is, I am certain it is nothing serious.
Maybe there is a revolution at Victoria, and
they are putting all cars going there under
military guard. Beverly wasnt quite certain that
she was so pleased at the idea of a revolution now
that there was a possibility of being in the midst
of one.
Barbara said nothing, but she didnt take her
eyes from the unpleasant looking figure swaying
nonchalantly on the running board. She noticed
the large revolver in the holster at his side. She
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gasped whenever the jolting of the car caused him

to bump against the door. Could the jarring of the
car cause the revolver to go off? She shuddered at
the thought.
George, you had better go a little slower, said
Mrs. Wilson. That fellow perched on the running
board might fall off. Do you think we should invite
him to ride inside the car? she asked, a worried
frown on her face.
Dont worry about him, Mother. He can take
care of himself. We didnt tell him to ride on our
running board. Besides, Im driving pretty
carefully.
The soldier, however, didnt seem to approve of
Mr. Wilsons careful driving. He stooped down and
stuck his head in the window, shouting, Apurese,
Seor! He repeated this command several times
along the way.
How much longer before we get to Victoria, Mr.
Wilson? asked Beverly. This suspense is awful.
Well be there in about a half an hour, I judge.
It seemed a long half-hour to the little group
before they rolled into the town of Victoria.
Barbara Ann never took her eyes off the revolver,
and it was only when her father brought the car to
a full stop before the main building in the square
that she heaved a sigh of relief.
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Turning toward the man on the running board,

all the occupants looked at him inquiringly,
awaiting instructions. The Mexican soldier
jumped down. Hitching up his belt, he tipped his
hat and grinned. Muchas gracias, Seor! Adios!
he said and sauntered slowly away.
The little group in the car looked at each other
in amazement. Suddenly Barbaras father burst
out laughing. One by one they all joined in.
Finally, gasping for breath, Barbara remarked,
They certainly have an original method of hitchhiking here in Mexico. You must admit it gets
results!
*
*
*
*
The sun was setting and a welcome evening
breeze had sprung up, as the car approached the
entrance of Camp Maana. The tired little group
climbed stiffly out of the car. A barefooted Indian
lad came toward them in leisurely fashion. Stay
Camp Maana tonight, Seor? he inquired in
halting English.
Yes, answered Mr. Wilson. We have wired
ahead for reservations. Where is the manager?
The dark-skinned boy smiled broadly,
exhibiting gleaming white teeth. Tonto call Seor
Sweizer. He moved slowly away and disappeared
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through a doorway.
The main building of the camp was a rambling
one-story house, surrounded by several small,
attractive bungalows. Great baskets of brightcolored flowers hung from ceiling hooks on the
inviting front porch. Myriads of flame-colored
blossoms lined the flagstone paths radiating from
the main building to the bungalows. What most
impressed the young girls, however, were the two
large banana trees which grew directly in front of
the house. As the great palm-like branches waved
gently in the breeze, Barbara Ann thought, Those
trees are fanning the house, trying to cool it after
the heat of the day. Aloud she said, Now I can
really believe we are in the tropics, when we can
reach out and pick bananas right off a tree.
At that moment a screen door swung open and
a man came quickly toward them. Instead of the
Mexican they had expected to see, they were
greeted by a tall, distinguished-looking, lightcomplexioned man. Despite his gray hair and
mustache, there was a youthful spring to the
stride of Seor Sweizer, and he carried his whitegarbed figure very erectly. He extended a
welcoming hand to George Wilson and introduced
himself to the little group.
Barbara was fascinated by Seor Sweizers
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manner of speech. Although grammatically his

English was flawless, it was spoken with a
slightly guttural accent. Seor Sweizer must be
either German or Austrian, thought Barbara
Ann.
Suddenly the owner of Camp Maana cut short
his conversation. Ach! he exclaimed. What a
thoughtless old fool I am. Here I stand talking
while you are all probably starving by inches!
We could eat! replied Mr. Wilson rather
emphatically. We left too early to have a regular
box lunch packed, and we were afraid to dine in
the restaurants we saw along the way.
I cant say that I blame you. But you dont have
to be afraid of what you will eat here. Wait until
you try Mama Sweizers meat balls! Now, theres a
dish worth traveling two thousand miles for, and
the man sighed ecstatically. Then, with a sudden
burst of energy, he called the houseboy, picked up
two grips himself, and started toward the inn. As
he hurried on, he called back over his shoulder,
Come along. Ill show you your rooms. Then, by
the time the ladies have powdered their pretty
noses, Mama will have your dinner ready. Youll
be able to judge then whether I have exaggerated
about those meat balls.
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*
*
*
Did you ever see such rain? It looks like a solid
sheet of water. You cant even see across the
road! Barbara Ann seemed utterly fascinated by
the downpour.
The little group of tourists, together with their
host and hostess, Seor and Seora Sweizer, were
comfortably seated on the large porch. Having
thoroughly enjoyed Mama Sweizers cookingthe
meat balls had more than come up to
expectationsthe guests were content to sit
quietly, enjoying the cool breeze which
accompanied the cloudburst. The first clap of
thunder had been heard while the party was still
seated at the dinner table. The Mexican youth
who had served them informed the Americans
that at that period of the year, known as the rainy
season, it rained in the tropics every day, usually
during the early evening.
This is a cozy spot you selected for your tourist
camp, Seor, Mr. Wilson observed. He inhaled
deeply of his pipe, and added, I like your place
very much. In fact, Tamazunchale as a whole
appears unusually interesting. If we were not in
such a hurry to get to Mexico City, I believe we
would thoroughly enjoy spending two or three
days here.
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You can thank Mr. Stedman for telling us

about Camp Maana, said Mrs. Wilson.
Stedman? You mean Jonathan Stedman?
inquired Seor Sweizer.
Yes. We met him quite accidentally, Mrs.
Wilson replied.
I know Mr. Stedman very well. He always
stops here when he drives to Mexico City. Very
decent sort of man, too. I cant help feeling a little
sorry for him, though, every time I see him. In
spite of all his wealth I think he is very lonely.
Yes, he told us he is practically alone in the
world, commented Barbara Anna. He said his
wife died several years ago from shock after his
only child, a daughter, together with her husband,
were killed in an automobile accident.
Wasnt that a pity? sighed Mrs. Wilson. And
they left a little daughter, too!
Yes, a baby only about a year old. Mr. Stedman
took the baby to live with him.
She must have been a comfort to the poor
man, commented Barbaras mother. But why,
then, is he all alone now? Where is the child?
I dont know, replied Seor Sweizer.
Something terrible happened to the little girl
when she was about three or four years old, but no
one seems to know just what it was.
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Something
terrible
happened?
queried
Barbara. What do you mean by that? Was the
child killed?
Their host slowly shook her head. Im afraid I
cant tell you much more about the little girl. I
dont believe she was killed, but just what has
become of her no one seems to know. Whatever
occurred almost prostrated Stedman. He was so
grief-stricken that he suffered a nervous
breakdown and was confined to a sanitarium for
several months. Although he fully recovered, he
never mentions his little granddaughter.
What a queer story, remarked Beverly.
Yes, and what a sad one, added Mrs. Wilson.
And stillness crept over the little group as each
thought of the lonely old man.
Ach! exclaimed Seora Sweizer so suddenly
that they all jumped. Now, Hans, see what you
have done! You make your guests sad with your
bad stories. Come, tell them some jokes now
make the young ladies laugh. They are on a
vacationlong faces are not becoming, is it not
so?
The womans words brought smiles to the
solemn faces of Beverly and Barbara Ann. Seor
Sweizer followed his wifes advice and began
regaling his guests with stories of his early life.
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He and his wife had both been born in

Switzerland, had married there, and probably
would have been living there yet if Mamas uncle
had not died fifteen years ago, leaving them this
very property in Tamazunchale. Not knowing
what else to do with it, they had converted it into
a tourist camp. During the past ten years they
had been moderately successful with their
enterprise.
It must have been pretty wild country here
when you first settled down, commented Mr.
Wilson.
Before the highway was built Tamazunchale
was even more primitive than now.
Why dont you show the folks your pictures?
chimed in their hostess. My husband is most
happy when he is takingoh, what do you call
themsnapshots! He has a large collection, since
he started taking pictures right after we moved to
Mexico and is still taking them.
Oh, do show us some of your pictures, Seor,
coaxed Beverly. Babs and I always enjoy looking
at snapshots, dont we?
Indeed we do. I would especially like to see
some of the earlier pictures you took, said
Barbara.
Well, come along inside then, young ladies,
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where we can have some light. The man arose

with alacrity and held open the screen door. You
see, I never have to be coaxed to show off my
photography. It happens to be my particular
hobby. Mr. Wilson, I believe you would find them
interesting, too. Why dont you join us?
If the ladies will excuse me, I believe I shall,
George Wilson said, following his daughter into
the inn.
Seora Sweizer had not exaggerated the size of
her husbands photographic collection. On the
whole, the pictures were excellent, and they,
together with the mans witty comments, afforded
the little group an entertaining half-hour.
Barbara Ann glanced casually at some of the
snapshots taken shortly after the Sweizers had
moved to Tamazunchale. Holding up one picture
in order to better catch the light, the girl studied
it closely. This is an interesting picture! she
exclaimed. What a pretty child! How would you
like to have those blond curls, Bev?
Would I! sighed the young girl. Beverly
detested her own straight black hair. Who is that
little girl? She is such a tiny, dainty little
youngster she looks just like a doll.
She certainly is sweet, remarked Mr. Wilson.
But who is that Mexican woman with her?
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Certainly that cant be her mother?

Let me see. Seor Sweizer donned a pair of
eyeglasses and began to examine the picture more
closely. Now, where did I take this? Oh yes,
heres the date on the back. Why, it was taken
thirteen years ago. I dont quite remember who
they are. I dont recognize them as any of the
natives now living in Tamazunchale.
I dont see how you could possibly recognize
her, Barbara remarked. She has her face almost
covered up with that shawl. About the only part of
her face exposed is her eyes. They are beautiful
eyes, though, dont you think? So dark and
sparkling! But the woman appears to be
frightened. She doesnt seem to want to have
either the childs or her picture taken. In fact, she
appears to be dragging the little girl away.
You will find very few natives, Miss Barbara,
who are willing to have their pictures taken. You
see, they have a queer belief. They feel that
whoever takes their picture gains possession of
their souls, and can cast a spell upon them.
Seor Sweizer paused a moment in deep
thought. I am still trying to recall something
about that woman and child, he said at last. If I
remember correctly, they belonged to a Mexican
family who moved into Tamazunchale shortly
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before we did, and then left here suddenly about

two months later. Besides the woman and her
husband there were about five or six children in
the family. They seemed to be the ordinary poor
peons, but no one knew very much about them
because they seemed to keep very much to
themselves. The only reason I noticed them was
because of the little girlshe was such a beautiful
child.
Barbara continued to gaze at the picture. If it
werent for her mother, you would think the child
was an American youngster. She doesnt have a
single typical Mexican characteristic.
She has probably changed. By now her hair
may be as dark and straight as mine, commented
Beverly. Incidentally, if I get any more sunburn,
people will be taking me for one of the natives.
Youll just have to say a few words in your
flawless Spanish, Bev, darling, and theyll change
their minds.
Taking one last look at the snapshot they had
been discussing, Barbara Ann replaced it on the
pile of others. She started to pick up another when
Mr. Wilson remarked, I dont think we had better
look at any more pictures tonight, Skeezix. Its
getting late, and we have a long days journey
ahead of us. Perhaps on our way back, Mr.
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Sweizer, well plan to stay over in Tamazunchale

a day or two, and then well have time to enjoy the
rest of your photographs. Now, lets collect Mother
and march off to bed.

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CHAPTER VI
A STRANGE STORY
Does Mexico City come up to your
expectations?
Thats a hard question to answer, Mort,
replied Mrs. Wilson, since thus far all we have
seen of the city is this hotel. We arrived late last
night and were too tired to do more than go to bed.
This morning we ate breakfast in the hotel, and
then you boys came over.
You certainly havent had a chance to see
much of the city. Fellows, well have to change
that right away. What would you like to do this
afternoon see a bullfight? asked Jerry Drake,
smiling mischievously.
No indeed! emphatically replied Barbara Ann.
Well have to work up to that gradually. Besides,
we have a call to pay later on this afternoon.
A call? queried Bob Allen, an expression of
perplexity on his nice-looking face. Whom do you
know in Mexico City?
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An elderly man we met rather forcibly on the

way down. Jonathan Stedman is his name. He
owns several oil fields here, as well as in the
United States. He made me promise to telephone
just as soon as we arrived.
Yes, Bob, you had better watch your step. Mr.
Stedman seemed to take quite a liking to our
Babs, even though she did smash up his car.
Beverly Wentworth, you know that accident
wasnt my fault! It was just inconsiderate of that
calf to park in the middle of the road.
Accidentcalfnow whats this all about?
Would someone please be a little more explicit?
Bob looked inquiringly from one to the other.
After several interruptions from Mrs. Wilson
and Beverly, Barbara Ann finally managed to
relate the story of her first meeting with the
elderly Texan. At the end of the young girls
description of the accident, Bobs expression was
very serious as he remarked, Im certainly
thankful none of you were hurt. That was a
narrow escape!
Jimmy Henderson viewed the affair more
lightly. Its no more than I would expect from a
woman driver. I should like to have heard the
calling down that fellow Stedman gave you. I have
always wanted to tell some of these women
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drivers what I thought of them but never have

had quite enough nerve. That man sounds all
right. I think I would like to meet him!
Jimmy, I think you are horrid! pouted
Beverly. All you do is make uncomplimentary
remarks about women drivers. You dont seem the
least bit concerned about the fact that we might
have all been killed!
You werentso why be concerned? Jimmy
declared imperturbably, settling himself more
comfortably.
The group of young people, together with Mrs.
Wilson, were seated in the hotel lobby. Very
shortly after breakfast the boys, eager to see their
friends, had hastened over to the hotel. The
reunion had been a joyous one. From the
heartiness of the greetings exchanged, an
onlooker would have thought the young people
had been separated for several months instead of
the short span of a week. Mr. Wilson had
regretfully taken leave of the happy group, and
had hurried away to attend to some business
matter. The girls had regaled the boys with a
detailed account of their trip to Mexico City.
Did you have any trouble driving in the
mountains? inquired Mort.
Not in the least, replied Beverly. Barbaras
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dad is an excellent driver for one thing, and then

the curves are very well banked. After driving
around some of those hairpin curves in Colorado
last summer, these mountains seemed more like
overgrown hills.
Dear me! If driving in the Colorado mountains
is any more dangerous than driving here, I
certainly dont think I would ever care to attempt
it, said Barbaras mother. My heart was in my
mouth every time we rounded a curve.
Now weve told you all about our trip, so how
about entertaining us with some of your
adventures? What have you been doing with
yourselves here in Mexico City?
We have been exploring all the points of
interest we were told to see, and have taken a few
trips to near-by towns. Some of the trips we
intend to take we believe you would enjoy, too, so
we waited until you could join us. For instance, we
know that you will want to visit Xochimilco, the
home of the floating gardens, and also
Cuernavaca and Taxco.
Yes, we have planned to visit those particular
places, replied Barbara. It was thoughtful of you
to include us in your plans, Mort.
Dont let him fool you, quickly remarked
Jerry. He didnt really want to visit those towns
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last week, anyway. He was having too much fun

poking around the pyramids and some of the
archaeological ruins.
I didnt know you were interested in
archaeology, Mort, said Mrs. Wilson. From all I
have read, there is much of interest in that field
right in this section.
The subject has always fascinated me,
although I dont know as much about it as Id like
to. Jerry here, though he wont admit it, is just as
interested as I am in the pyramids. In fact, he has
done even more reading on that subject than I
have.
I know I should be ashamed of my ignorance,
but would someone kindly explain to me just what
is meant by archaeology? I have a vague idea, but
thats all, said Barbara Ann, perplexed.
Very briefly, I should say it is a study of
ancient people through an investigation of their
relics and the remains of their civilization,
answered Mort.
Mort must have swallowed a dictionary,
commented Jerry. He really can rattle off
definitions.
Bob and Jimmy, are you also interested in
poking around stuffy old ruins? asked Beverly.
Its fun exploring them, answered Jim, but
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we dont know anything about what we find. Now

Jerry or Mort can look at a piece of pottery and
tell you whether it was made by the Aztecs or the
Toltecs.
Aztecs and Toltecs! That sounds fascinating!
exclaimed Barbara. Jerry and Mort, you will
have to explain something about the subject to us.
And I, for one, am very anxious to visit the
pyramids. How about you, Mother and Bev?
Dad should be interested in that, too,
commented Mrs. Wilson. Well plan to go there
one day very soon.
Would you enjoy taking a drive around the city
this morning? I think we can manage to show you
ladies a few points of interest without getting lost.
Then well pick up Mr. Wilson and well all have
lunch together.
That sounds delightful, replied Mrs. Wilson,
while the girls expressed their approval with the
less grammatical but more forceful expression,
Swell!
*
*
*
*
You dont know what a treat it is for a lonely
old man to be surrounded by a whole group of
young folks.
Then you dont mind, Mr. Stedman, that I
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brought the boys along? I had to use my strongest

powers of persuasion to get them to come here.
They felt it was wrong to come without having
been invited. Wasnt that silly?
It certainly was, Miss Barbara. Had I known
about them they should have been included in the
invitation. Boys, let me say once and for all that
whatever plans I may make with Miss Barbara
and Miss Beverly for the duration of their stay,
you are to be included in all of them.
Now that we have met you, Mr. Stedman, I
dont believe you could keep us away, even if you
wanted to, said Bob.
Although slightly embarrassed by Bobs
complimentary remark, the elderly gentleman
was undoubtedly pleased.
You must spend a good deal of time in Mexico,
sir, remarked Mort. At least, I dont believe you
would own such a large, beautiful home here if
you never had the chance to enjoy it.
You are right. I do spend several months of the
year here in Mexico City. My oil interests make
that necessary. However, when I bought this
house five years ago, I really purchased it because
of my nephew. You see, my nephew, who, to my
knowledge, is my only living relative, is employed
as manager of all my Mexican oil land. I chose
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this large house because I was hoping he would

marry the right kind of girl and would live here
and raise a family. However, it appears that my
nephews plans were different. He is now fortythree and not a trace of a bride. It looks as if I
were destined never to have any new members in
my family.
This is a beautiful home, remarked Beverly,
glancing about. It is very modernistic, too. I have
been amazed at the great number of very modern
homes in Mexico City. In fact, as far as buildings
go, Mexico City appears to be more advanced than
most of the cities in the States.
Yes, and at the same time you can see
peasants sprawled out on the sidewalks, taking a
siesta.
Thats true, answered Beverly. Or you may
see them nonchalantly driving a burro laden with
kindling along the finest boulevards.
Yes, agreed Mr. Stedman. Mexico is really a
country of contrasts. You young people will realize
that even better the more you see of this
interesting country.
Barbara was about to reply when, at that
moment, a door opened, and in walked a tall,
slender man.
Why, Uncle, I didnt know you were having
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guests! exclaimed the man.

Come in, Gordon. I want you to meet a few of
my friends.
As the man crossed the room toward them,
Barbara Ann gazed steadily at the blond nephew
of Mr. Stedman. He is quite good-looking, she
thought, or rather he would be if the expression
on his face were more pleasant. I wonder whether
he is displeased at finding us here, or whether
that is his natural expression. Her thoughts were
interrupted by the words of her host.
First, I should like to present Miss Barbara
Ann Wilson, the young lady of whom you have
heard me speak. Miss Barbara, my nephew,
Gordon Stedman.
After
Barbara
had
acknowledged
the
introduction, the nephew was presented to
Beverly and the boys. After a few moments of
pleasant conversation, the nephew turned to
Barbara Ann.
So you are the young lady who gave my uncle
such a scare on his way down?
The girl nodded, blushing slightly.
She gave me quite a jolt, commented the
elderly man, his eyes twinkling. In fact, I still
have a few black and blue marks to remind me of
this childs driving. However, I have forgiven her
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long ago. How could I be angry at such a charming

young girl, especially when she is just sixteen and
her name is Barbara?
But why should the fact that my name is
Barbara and that I am sixteen make any
difference, Mr. Stedman?
The elderly man, his face grave, was about to
reply when Gordon rather impatiently remarked,
Now, dont get started on that subject again,
Uncle. How many times must I tell you that the
sooner you forget that child, the happier youll
be?
Jonathan Stedmans eyes blazed. Forget that
child! Ill never forget her!
For a moment the mask of politeness seemed to
drop from the faces of the two men as they faced
each other. There is no love lost between uncle
and nephew, that is plain to see, thought
Barbara Ann.
Regaining his composure, Mr. Stedman turned
his attention to his young guests. I guess I must
be getting old, although I have always refused to
admit that. At least, Im getting forgetful, which
they say is a sign of old age. I havent even offered
my guests a cool drink! So, if youll excuse me Ill
tell Maria to prepare something. I think she
baked some little Mexican cakes this morning
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which shes very anxious to hear you praise.

As his uncle started toward the kitchen, Gordon
Stedman, speaking softly, remarked to Barbara
Ann, Uncle is certainly beginning to show his
age. In fact, I believe he is getting a bit childish.
Of course, with all the trouble he has had it is a
wonder he isnt completely out of his mind.
He certainly has had more than his share of
misfortune, it seems, losing his wife, daughter,
and son-in-law in such a short interval. But what
happened to his little granddaughter? I suppose
she is the child to whom you were just referring.
Yes. And in many ways her loss was the
biggest blow of all. You see, the child was only a
little over a year old when her father and mother
were killed. Naturally, my uncle took the baby to
his home. After my aunt died, he had only the
baby to lavish his affections on, and he became
almost unnaturally devoted to his little
granddaughter. She was a very beautiful child,
and my uncle worshipped the ground she walked
on. Their home was not far from the beach, and
during the summer months the nurse used to take
the child there often and let her play in the sand.
One morning, when the little girl was about
three and a half years old, she went to the beach
as usual with her nurse. Since it was early, the
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beach was practically deserted. In fact, the only

other people there were another nurse and her
small charge, a little boy about a year and a half
old. The two children began playing together in
the sand, and their nurses became very engrossed
in conversation with each other. Just what
happened no one can say, but suddenly my uncles
maid glanced in the direction of the children. The
boy was playing quietly in the sand, but the little
girl was nowhere to be seen. The nurse ran up and
down the beach searching frantically for the child.
Since no one else was on the beach, there was no
one to tell her where the child had gone. The little
boy was too young to talk. Finally, crying
hysterically and almost frightened out of her wits,
the nurse ran home and reported the loss of the
child. My uncle, who was at the office, was
informed, and immediately started a city-wide
search for the baby. Had she wandered away from
the beach along any of the city streets she would
certainly have been noticed. It is not usual for a
three-year-old child to be wandering around the
streets alone. She was such a pretty little girl, too,
that anyone seeing her would not easily forget
her. But there was no one who reported seeing
that morning a child fitting her description. There
was only one thing that could have happened.
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Evidently, while the nurse had not been watching,

the baby had wandered into the water and had
been drowned.
Oh! gasped Barbara. How dreadful! Your
poor uncle! He must have been beside himself
with grief.
He was. He seemed sort of dazed, and refused
to accept the fact that the child had been
drowned.
Didnt they find her body?
No. I wasnt there when it happened, but I
understand the coast guard spent hours that
afternoon dragging the gulf along the shore, but to
no avail. At times there is a strong undertow at
that particular point, and the childs body was
probably swept far away long before they started
searching for her.
That is one of the most tragic stories I have
ever heard, said Barbara Ann, and she had to
blink hard to keep the tears out of her eyes.
Incidentally, continued the younger Mr.
Stedman, the little girls name was Barbara, and
had she lived she, too, would have been sixteen.
Perhaps you can understand why my uncle has
taken such a fancy to you.
Yes, softly answered the young girl. I suppose
I remind him just a little of the granddaughter he
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might have had traveling about with him now.

Exactly. And what is more, my uncle wouldnt
have to be traveling around as he does. A man his
age should take things easy. I can certainly look
after his interests here, and he has capable men
working for him in the States so that he really
could retire from any active participation in his
business. However, I think I know the real reason
my uncle continues to travel around in pretense of
business. In reality, he has never ceased searching
for his granddaughter. He refuses to admit to
himself that she was drowned many years ago,
and through all these years he has cherished the
hope that some day, in the course of his
wanderings, he will find his Barbara.
Perhaps it is better that your uncle has that
idea. At least it gives him an interest in life
something worth living for.
Nonsense! said the nephew sharply. It is an
unhealthy state of mind, and the sooner he stops
brooding over that child the better. He paused,
then continued speaking, somewhat less harshly.
Naturally, being his only relative, I am quite
concerned about my uncles well-being. I am very
fond of the old man, and ever since my father died
I have thought of him as more of a father than an
uncle.
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Barbara Ann glanced at Gordon Stedman in

surprise. However, the mans head was lowered,
as he was at that moment lighting a cigarette, and
she was unable to see the expression on his face.
Did she imagine it, or did the mans words lack a
note of sincerity? Seeing the two men together,
she certainly had not gained the impression of a
father and son relationship between the two!
The young girls thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of a low voice at her side. Turning
around, she saw a buxom, pleasant-faced Mexican
servant woman standing before her. In her stout
arms she held a large tray containing glasses
filled with an iced fruit drink and a plate of
tempting cookies and small pastries.
You must be Maria, said Barbara Ann, taking
a glass from the tray. And Mr. Stedman has
already told us that you made those deliciouslooking cookies yourself. They all look so good I
dont know which one to take.
The woman, delighted by the young American
girls compliment, smiled broadly. Seorita take
one of each, she urged.
Barbara Ann laughed heartily. I dont think I
can quite manage that many, but I shall take this
pastry and that little chocolate cookie.
At that moment Bob Allen sauntered over and
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helped himself to some little cakes. Maria, you

have redeemed my faith in Mexican cooking.
These cakes melt in your mouth. The servant did
not quite understand all the words spoken by the
Americano, but his actions told her plainly that he
liked her dulces, and she was happy. Pretending
to have just noticed Barbara Ann, Bob greeted her
enthusiastically.
Hi, Babs, fancy meeting you here!
I might have known that Maria was the
attraction in this part of the room, said Barbara,
her gray eyes sparkling.
Frankly, I didnt think you knew I was here,
young lady. You havent spoken two words to me
all afternoon.
Perhaps that was my fault, remarked Gordon
Stedman. I have been rather monopolizing Miss
Barbara, I fear. However, you may have the
pleasure of her delightful company now, young
fellow, as I must beg to be excused. I have a
rather important business meeting which I must
attend. I am looking forward to seeing more of you
and your friends during your stay.
Perhaps you would like to join us for dinner
tonight at Sanborns, replied Barbara Ann. Your
uncle is going to be with us, and I am certain
Mother and Dad would enjoy meeting you.
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Nothing would give me more pleasure, but

unfortunately, this meeting is one of those boring
banquet affairs. Thank you, anyway, and perhaps
some other time.
After the man had gone, Bob turned to Barbara
Ann. What was he talking about to you so long,
Babs? It must have been interesting, because you
seemed to hang on his words.
Its a long story, Bob. Ill tell you about it on
the way back to the hotel. She was silent for a
moment, engrossed in her thoughts. She suddenly
startled Bob with the question, What do you
think of Mr. Stedmans nephew?
What can I think of him? answered Bob. I
have barely spoken to him, so how can I form an
opinion? You are the only one who had an
opportunity to get acquainted with him. Do you
like him?
Barbara Ann did not answer immediately.
When she did, her words were spoken slowly, with
much hesitation. Do I like him? I really dont
know. He seems very pleasant and friendly
enough, in spite of the rather sullen expression on
his face. But the whole time I was talking to him I
had the feeling that his manner wasnt quite
naturalas if he were trying to create a good
impression. Oh, I cant quite express what I mean,
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and you probably think my silly imagination is

running away with me! Just the same, I am not so
certain that I do like Gordon Stedman!

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CHAPTER VII
LOST IN THE LAND OF THE ANCIENTS
Can you really believe, Bev, that we are
actually standing on top of the same pyramid
where centuries ago the Toltec and later the Aztec
Indians used to worship their strange gods?
It does give me a queer feeling, or is it the
altitude? replied the practical-minded Beverly.
For a while I thought I was never going to make
the top. This view, though, is worth the climb. Its
simply magnificent.
I do wish Mother and Dad were here. It is
probably just as well, however, that Mother didnt
come. She could never have climbed all those
steps, after all the walking we have done. Dad
must have realized that and decided they had
better not come. I do hope our pictures turn out
good, so they can get an idea of the beauty of this
place.
The group of two girls and four boys were
seated on top of the Pyramid of the Sun, a huge
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structure a little over two hundred feet high. The

pyramid is divided into five terraces, and on its
western side there is a wide stairway leading to
the top. They had just finished climbing the more
than a hundred steps, and were content to sit
quietly resting.
Mort, is that other large pyramid over there
the Pyramid of the Moon? asked Bob. As Mort
nodded, Bob commented, It is quite a bit smaller
than this one, isnt it?
Yes, answered Mort. It is only about one
hundred thirty feet high, and its base is almost a
third as long as that of the Pyramid of the Sun.
Whew! whistled Jimmy. Those Indians must
have done a little work building this place just to
say their prayers. I cant understand why they
couldnt have prayed just as well right on the
ground. It certainly would have been much less
work.
Everyone laughed at this remark.
Why are these pyramids called the Pyramid of
the Sun and of the Moon? asked Barbara Ann.
It was from the Aztec civilization, which
followed that of the Toltecs, that the names were
derived. According to Aztec mythology, there were
four world eras before the present one, and during
those epochs there was no light in the world. Then
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there was a meeting of all the gods at

Teotihuacan, this very valley where we are now. A
huge fire was prepared. One of the gods leaped
into the flames and emerged as the sun. Another
god followed his example, but he didnt quite
reach the glowing heart of the fire, so he
reappeared as the moon. They dedicated the
pyramids to the gods of the sun and the moon.
Are the Indian children, who kept trying to sell
us those little heads and other souvenirs,
descendants of the Toltecs or the Aztecs?
The Aztecs, replied Jerry Drake. And those
genuine Toltec heads they try to sell, they
usually make themselves at school. Its quite a
racket. Mort and I were lucky enough, however, to
get three real Toltec pieces a few days ago when
we were here. But what time is it, anyway? Im
hungry!
Jerry Drake! I never saw anyone with such an
appetite, exclaimed Beverly in great disgust. Its
only eleven-thirty, and after that breakfast you
ate I dont see how you could possibly be hungry.
Just wait until we tackle those box lunches
from Sanborns. Youll probably eat everything but
the box, young lady. Theres nothing wrong with
your appetite so far as I have been able to
discover. However, Ill be a martyr and wait to eat
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until you have had a look at the Pyramid of the

Moon. In the meantime, Mort, lets examine some
of those excavations down the road, and well meet
you at the car in half an hour. I warn you, if you
are late you may not find your box lunches after
you arrive. When I get hungry Im not responsible
for my actions.
The little party started along their separate
ways. The distance between the two pyramids was
longer than it had at first appeared. By the time
the two boys and two girls had reached the
Pyramid of the Moon and had climbed part way
up, they began to feel quite tired.
Climbing in this high altitude isnt very easy,
remarked Barbara Ann, as she sat down to rest. It
was the fourth time in ten minutes that she had
been forced to sit down in order to catch her
breath.
If you ask me, said Beverly, were all pretty
foolish. Here we are, wearing ourselves out trying
to climb to the top when after we get there well
just see the same thing we saw a few moments
ago on top of the Pyramid of the Sun.
I agree with you, Bev, remarked Jimmy.
Besides, I think our half-hour is about up. What
time is it, Bob?
Bob Allen glanced at his wrist watch. Jumping
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catfish! Its ten after twelve already. We had

better start back right away. You know what
Jerry said about our box lunches!
Thank goodness, it is easier going down than
up, said Barbara, as Bob pulled her to her feet.
As they reached the base of the pyramid Bob
suddenly came to a full stop.
Whats the matter? the others asked in
chorus, as the tall lad stood still, scanning the
horizon.
Does anyone know in which direction we left
the car parked? he asked. I cant see it
anywhere.
The others looked at each other in
consternation. No one had the slightest idea in
what direction to proceed. They hadnt had the
foresight to ask Jerry or Mort how to find the way
back. When they first arrived they had been too
interested in all the ancient remains in the region
to give the position of their car any thought. They
had not oriented themselves in relation to their
starting point as they wandered about.
Now what do we do? asked Beverly in disgust.
We certainly are a bunch of dummies!
It was foolish of us to get lost, admitted
Barbara.
I dont think were really lost, Babs, corrected
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Bob. Were bound to find our way back. Jimmy,

you and Bev start walking around the pyramid
this way, and Babs and I will go the other way. If
either of us catch a glimpse of the car well shout.
If we dont have any luck, well simply meet on the
other side and decide what to do next. Come on,
Babs, lets get started.
The sun, directly overhead, was intensely hot.
The young people were tired from their mornings
exertion, and were beginning to feel really hungry.
The area occupied by the pyramids and related
structures is a large one, and Barbara Ann had
visions of wandering around for hours in and out
among the little mounds, growing more exhausted
every minute. What would they do if it grew dark
before they found either Jerry, Mort, or the car?
She expressed her fears to Bob, who laughed quite
unsympathetically.
Im not worried about finding our way back,
he said. The only thing Im afraid of is when we
do arrive at the car we may not find any food left.
Jerry and Mort are perfectly capable of getting
away with more than one box lunch apiece.
What time is it now, Bob? It seems as if we
would never get around this pyramid.
Cheer up, Babs old girl. It might be worse. If
you were walking around the Pyramid of the Sun
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it would take three times as long.

Barbara groaned at the thought.
Bob looked at his watch. We have been
walking only about twenty minutes. It is exactly
twelve forty-five.
If we take much longer well be late in getting
back to the hotel. We are supposed to be home by
four-thirty, and it is quite a drive back to the city.
Why do you have to be back at four-thirty,
Babs?
Dont you remember? Mr. Stedman has invited
us out for dinner, and then he is taking us to a
concert at the Palacio de Bellas Artes.
Of course, but we dont have to call for him
before a quarter to six.
I know, Bob, but you forget it takes a girl
longer than a boy to dress.
Bob shook his head in disgust at the foibles of
the feminine sex.
Dont you think Mr. Stedman is a perfect
darling? inquired Barbara Ann. He certainly is
doing everything he can to make our visit
pleasant. I think the poor man is happy to be with
us. Ordinarily he must live a very lonely life.
I know he is happy to be with you, Babs. He
hardly takes his eyes off you when you are
around.
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Thats because I remind him of his

granddaughter. Bob, do you think there is any
chance at all that the child was not drowned?
According to the story you told me, I should
say not the slightest chance. Certainly a baby who
had just wandered away would have been found
by someone. With all the accounts in the
newspapers there would have been no difficulty in
discovering to whom the child belonged.
But supposing she was found by someone who
deliberately did not return her?
The only reason anyone would hold the child
would be to try and extort money from her
grandfather. You said Mr. Stedman never
received any word at all about the child, much less
a demand for ransom.
I suppose youre right, Bob, ruefully admitted
the young girl. The child undoubtedly was
drowned. But it just seems pitiful that that kindhearted old man will never again see the
grandchild he loved so dearly.
Bob was about to speak when Barbara Ann
suddenly stood quite still, saying, Shh! I thought
I heard someone shouting.
They listened attentively. In a short time they
were overjoyed to hear a faint but unmistakable
sound coming from the other side of the pyramid.
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Yoo-hoo! Bob and Babs!

Yoo-hoo! Jim and Bev! called Bob as loudly as
he could.
Then came the welcome words. We see the
car.
Stay there, shouted Bob. Well hurry around
to meet you.
The good news made the young girl and boy
forget their tired feeling and they covered the
remaining distance around the pyramid in
remarkably quick time. They were greeted
exuberantly by Beverly and Jim.
Wheres the car? they demanded in chorus.
Just climb up on that little mound over there,
and youll see it, replied Jimmy, pointing to a
small globe-like structure. I used the old bean to
save my feet, he proudly added. The ground is
rather high at this point, and I figured if I climbed
up on that pile I could see for quite a distance.
Yes, chimed in Beverly, and with his eagle
eye he discovered Susabella. He recognized her by
that awful striped awning you boys have draped
over your luggage carrier.
I see her, called Bob from the top of the
mound, over there toward the east. We parked in
a little gullythats why we couldnt see her
before from level ground. He climbed quickly
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down and joined the others. We had better get

started. Were quite a distance from the car. When
we walked around this pyramid we went in just
the opposite direction we should have gone.
That was your brilliant idea, Bob, remarked
Beverly, limping slightly as they started on their
way. My poor feet! she added. I fear theyll
never again be the same.
When a half-hour later the four young people
arrived at their destination, they all vowed that
Susabella was the most welcome sight they had
ever seen. Beverly and Barbara immediately
deposited their weary bodies on the running
board. Jim and Bob stretched out lazily on the
ground at their feet. They were all too tired to
even speak.
Suddenly Barbara jumped up, almost upsetting
Beverly who had been leaning against her.
Where are Jerry and Mort? she cried.
Thats right, answered Bob. Where are they?
And he, too, arose to his feet. He walked around
the car, searching for some sign of the missing
boys but could find no trace of them.
Where could they be? inquired Beverly. Its
queer that they should have disappeared so
completely.
I dont think its so queer, remarked Jimmy
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suddenly, emerging from the car which he had

entered a few moments before. Ive been looking
for our box lunches, and there isnt even one box
left. Ive searched every corner of the car. Those
fellows ate our lunches and have decided it would
be much healthier to stay away for awhile!
Thats a fine trick! exclaimed Bob in disgust.
It was probably Jerrys idea of a good joke. Bob
was hungry, and his usual good nature had
deserted him.
Oh, I think you are wrong, said Barbara.
Jerrys full of mischief, but he wouldnt do
anything mean. He and Mort may have hidden
our lunches for a joke.
Why are they staying away then? demanded
Beverly.
Theyre probably wandering around searching
for us. Did it ever occur to you cross-patches that
they may have been worried when we didnt
arrive on schedule? I think you all should be
ashamed of yourselves, accusing them unjustly.
Barbara Ann looked very indignant.
Perhaps you are right, Babs, quickly agreed
Bob, feeling somewhat ashamed of his outburst.
We may be doing the fellows a great injustice.
But how will we let them know we are here, if
they are out hunting for us?
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Why dont you and Jimmy try shouting at the

top of your voices? You have a good pair of lungs,
and sound carries well in these open spaces.
Thats a good idea, Barbara. Come on, Bob,
lets give them a regular war whoop. The two
boys shouted until their faces were red.
They certainly should hear that! exclaimed
Barbara Ann. My ears hurt from all that noise.
Mine do, too, commented her chum. Too bad
you arent taking part in a hog-calling contest.
You would walk away with the prize.
Jim and Bob were resting from their strenuous
efforts when suddenly they heard their names
called.
Thats Morts voice! excitedly exclaimed Bob,
jumping to his feet. And he sounded rather close
too.
He had hardly finished his sentence when the
familiar heads of Jerry and Mort appeared over
the top of a small hill a short distance away.
Here they come, said Beverly, waving
frantically.
The same question was on everyones lips as the
little party was reunited. Where have you been?
After explanations had been offered and the
chattering of tongues had died down, Jimmy
turned accusing eyes on Mort and Jerry. Theres
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one thing that hasnt been explained yet. What

did you do with our box lunches? If you ate them, I
warn you, you will wish you hadnt come back!
Ate them! ejaculated Jerry, his face the
picture of injured innocence. Now, thats a fine
thing to say to a friend of yoursand after we
practically wore ourselves out running around
searching wildly for you. Such ingratitude! I wish
now we had eaten your lunch.
So do I, said Mort. Not only didnt we eat
your food, but you had us so worried that we
didnt even eat our own. Now, dont you feel like
sitting in a corner, Jim?
That young man, however, appeared quite
unabashed. Instead of apologizing, he asked, If
you didnt eat the food, what has happened to it?
We ought not to tell you, but we will. Since the
car was unprotected from the sun, and it was
getting very hot, we thought it would be better to
put the boxes in a cool place. So we put them on a
ledge in that little cave over there. Come on,
everybody, we had better see if they are still
there.
The lunch boxes were safe and the boys and
girls lost no time in consuming their meal. They
all agreed that they had never tasted such
delicious food before. Although the boxes
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contained a very generous amount of food, there

wasnt a crumb left when the half-starved young
people finished.
Their ravenous appetites appeased, it was
surprising how quickly the customary good spirits
of the young people were revived. The homeward
journey was a merry one. Their recent experience
of getting lost now seemed very funny to them,
and they laughed and joked about the adventure.
After they had been riding for a short while,
Barbara Ann decided that she was extremely
thirsty. Cant we stop at the next town and buy
some cokes? she asked. My mouth is positively
parched.
The others agreed. When they arrived at the
next small village, they slowed down and began
looking for a likely shop in which to purchase
Coca-Colas.
Whoa, Susabella, called Jerry. Theres a
place across the street which seems to be a
combination cantina, grocery, and dry goods store.
Lets get out and see what we find inside.
As they entered the little shop, Beverly
remarked in a low voice, My, my! This must be
the big business center of this thriving metropolis.
There are actually two customers in the shop.
The proprietor of the store, who had been
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speaking to two other men, approached the young

Americanos.
Si, Seor? he asked inquiringly.
Coca-Colas, answered Bob, six of them.
Although it was evident that the Mexican
shopkeepers knowledge of English was limited, he
recognized the magic words Coca-Cola.
Fortunately, he did manage to unearth six cokes
which, if not actually cold, were, in the words of
Jimmy, at least wet.
Jerry finished his drink first and sauntered
casually about the store. His attention was
attracted to a shelf containing an assortment of
sombreros. Most of the sombreros were the
ordinary cheap straw variety worn by the peon.
There were a few more ornate hats made of felt,
elaborately embroidered. That type of sombrero is
more expensive, and is worn only by members of
the wealthier class. The proprietor, seeing the
possibility of a sale, began holding up various ones
for the young mans approval. Jerry tried on
several with very funny results, judging from the
peals of laughter which emanated from the young
people who were watching him.
Why are you buying another sombrero?
questioned Mort. You already have one.
Ive decided to collect sombreros, answered
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Jerry. You know, just like some people collect

stamps.
My advice, fellow, is to switch to stamp
collecting, retorted Bob. Stamps take up much
less room than sombreros, and we dont have
much space to spare in Susabella.
If worst comes to worst, I can wear one on top
of the other, replied Jerry imperturbably. But I
dont seem to find any which suits my particular
type of beauty. He started to turn away when,
half-hidden on an upper shelf, he caught a
glimpse of another. Wait! he exclaimed. Theres
one that looks promising. Would you please take it
down so that I can get a better look at it?
For some unknown reason, however, the
Mexican seemed reluctant to display the hat.
Instead, in very broken English, he began
pointing out the merits of some of the others that
he had on the counter. Jerry shook his head. I
dont want any of them. Let me see that other
sombrero, please, or dont bother showing me any
others.
The Mexican hesitated a moment. Then he
shrugged his shoulders and reached up on the
shelf and handed the boy the sombrero. While the
hat was made of lightweight straw, it differed
from the others in its band. It was this band
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which had caught Jerrys eye. It was made of

bright red felt, on which were embroidered in
black thread a number of odd-looking symbols.
The boy placed the hat on his head and surveyed
himself in a small mirror.
Now, thats more like it, he remarked. If I
had been wearing this today, you probably would
never have lost your way. You could have seen
this bright red band all over the valley and would
have known where Mort and I were. Ill have to
buy this just for any such future emergency.
Turning to the shopkeeper, he asked, Cunto?
The man again shook his head. No sell, he
replied.
Jerry was astonished. Why not? he demanded.
Then, thinking the man was holding out for a
good price, he added, Ill give you one peso for it.
Still the man shook his head, although he
appeared somewhat surprised. A peso was a great
deal to give for a straw sombrero, which usually
was sold for twenty or thirty centavos.
Two pesos, then, said Jerry.
The Mexicans eyes opened a trifle, but again he
shook his head.
Two pesos, fifty centavos, cried the young boy,
throwing the money down on the counter. Thats
my final offer. As the man, looking hungrily at
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the money, still hesitated, Jerry took off the

sombrero. Then he began slowly picking up the
coins and putting them back in his pocket.
The man could stand it no longer. No, no,
Seor! he cried in an agonized tone. Please,
Seor, you give me dos pesos, cincuenta
centavosyou take sombrero, and he almost
thrust the hat into Jerrys hands.
Jerry insisted on wearing his new sombrero all
the way home. He even borrowed Barbaras small
mirror, which she had in her purse, and from time
to time he kept admiring his new acquisition. The
others insisted that he had allowed himself to be
outwitted by the Mexican and that he had paid too
much.
Youre just jealous, he remarked, because you
dont have one. Youll have to admit it is different
from any we have seen. This hat has personality!
and he gazed at it fondly.
It was almost five when the car drove up before
the hotel where the two girls were stopping. They
all alighted from the car and stood at the entrance
making final arrangements for the evenings
activities. They were so engrossed in their
conversation that they failed to notice two
Mexican policemen who stood a short distance
away, watching them closely. Just as the girls
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were turning to enter the hotel, the policemen

hurried forward. Without any warning they
suddenly grasped hold of Jerry, one on each side
of him.
Esta arrestado! they said simultaneously.
What do they mean? What are they saying?
cried Jerry, who had turned very pale.
Bob, cried Barbara Ann, you know some
Spanish. Can you understand them?
The tall lad nodded. Ill tell you what they are
sayingand it isnt very pleasant to hear, Jerry.
You are under arrest!

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CHAPTER VIII
AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE LAW
Under arrest? gasped Jerry. Why? What have
I done? and he turned bewildered eyes upon the
officers of the law. The latter did not relax their
grip but remained silent, their faces grim.
Surely there must be some mistake!
exclaimed Beverly. Babs, dont you think you had
better run into the hotel and see whether your
father is there? He may be able to get this affair
straightened out.
I think youre right, Bev. Ill get him right
away. Dont let the officers take Jerry away until
we return. The young girl fairly flew across the
lobby.
In the meantime Bob tried to put his meagre
knowledge of Spanish to good use. With great
difficulty he began questioning the policemen as
to their reason for arresting Jerry. They either
could not understand what he was saying or else
they did not wish to answer his questions, for they
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only shrugged and repeated, Esta arrestado.

Then the older officer added, Sigame. The man
started walking, unceremoniously pulling Jerry
after him. The latter, however, held back.
He said you should follow him, interpreted
Bob. Ill see whether I cant get him to wait here
at least until Babs comes back with her father.
Once more he addressed the two Mexican in
faltering Spanish. Had they understood his
request they probably would have refused.
However, the moments spent by Bob in
attempting to make his remarks intelligible to the
police officers were sufficient to allow time for the
arrival of Barbara and her father.
Now, whats all this about? questioned George
Wilson, who was somewhat out of breath.
Were trying to find out, Mr. Wilson, replied
Mort, but we havent been very successful. The
only thing we know is that Jerry has been
arrested.
But why? What mischief have you been up to,
young fellow?
Thats just itI havent done anything, wailed
Jerry. Ive been with the rest of the gang all day,
and yet they dont arrest them. I dont think these
men like my looks.
Cant say that I blame them, replied Jimmy.
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The officers were becoming impatient. They

could not understand what the queer Americanos
were saying. They were eager to turn their
prisoner over to the authorities and be rid of the
chattering young people.
Apurese, Seor, said the taller officer. He and
his companion began striding forward at a rapid
pace, none too gently pulling Jerry after them.
You had better go along without any further
argument, said Mr. Wilson. At court there will
be someone who can speak English, and well find
out just what the trouble is. It would be less
confusing, I believe, if all of you young people did
not tag along. Suppose just Bob and I go. Babs,
you had better hurry back to Mother and reassure
her that everything will be all right. By now she
probably has visions of Jerry being tossed into a
dark dungeon and being left there to starve. The
rest of you had better get yourselves dressed for
dinner.
But, Dad, will you be back in time for dinner?
asked Babs. How long shall we wait for you?
If I find we shall be detained very long Ill
phone and let you know. I think well have
everything straightened out in a few minutes. Run
along, now, Skeezix, he urged.
The court into which the officers escorted their
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charge was only three blocks from the hotel. The

room in which the men found themselves was
poorly lighted and had the musty odor often found
in old, badly-ventilated places. Seated at a large
desk was another Mexican officer of the law. The
two policemen marched the frightened Jerry
before the forbidding-looking magistrate. Saluting
his superior, one of the officers said something in
rapid Spanish. His words were unintelligible to
the Americans. Whatever he said appeared to
have an alarming effect on the stern-visaged
officer. He jumped up, walked over to the
surprised Jerry, and yanked the sombrero off his
head. After carefully examining Jerrys recent
purchase, he threw it contemptuously upon the
desk.
Jerry thought, I suppose I should have taken
off my hat when I entered the courtroom. Now old
sourface is angry.
Certainly the tirade pouring forth from the lips
of the dark-skinned magistrate sounded ominous.
What was he talking about? Jerry glanced
helplessly at his friends.
Bob stepped forward and, when the pompous
little man stopped for breath, he quickly said,
Perdoneme, Seor. No entienda el espanol. After
some slight difficulty Bob managed to convey the
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information that none of their party could either

speak or understand Spanish. Was there no one at
the court who could act as an interpreter?
The magistrate said a few words to one of the
policemen. The latter nodded and quickly left the
room. In a short time he returned, bringing a
young man with him. This man was dressed in
civilian clothing and carried a brief case.
After a short conversation with the presiding
officer, the young Mexican turned to Mr. Wilson.
Speaking English with only a slightly foreign
accent, he said, The magistrate wishes me to be
your interpreter, since you do not speak Spanish.
What is it you wish to say?
Mr. Wilson made a great effort to remain calm
as he answered, We want to know the meaning of
this whole affair. Why is this boy being arrested?
He has done nothing wrong, to our knowledge.
The interpreter translated Mr. Wilsons words
into Spanish. The magistrate appeared surprised.
Pointing to the sombrero, the officer gave his
reply. The young Mexican raised his eyebrows at
sight of the hat. Then he spoke. The young boy
should know well enough why he is being held
prisoner. He is a member of the revolutionary
party, Los Sombreros Rojo, and the President has
ordered all members of the party to be placed
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under arrest.
Im a member of what? asked the startled
Jerry. I cant even pronounce the name of the
party. What makes you think I belong to it?
Your hat, Seor, replied the interpreter. It is
the official insignia of the party.
My hat! exclaimed Jerry. For a moment he
was speechless. No wonder the man didnt want
to sell it to me.
What man? inquired the Mexican.
Im beginning to understand, said Bob, and he
couldnt suppress a grin when he looked at Jerrys
woebegone expression. Let me explain, sir. I
think we can clear up this misunderstanding.
In a few well-chosen words Bob told the story of
the purchase of the sombrero. When he finished
speaking, Mr. Wilson, appearing much relieved,
smiled. Now that you understand that this young
fellow is not a dangerous revolutionist I suppose
you will no longer detain him.
The man made no comment. Instead he turned
to the officer and began speaking rapidly in his
native tongue. The magistrate listened and then
replied, gesticulating wildly. The two conversed
for several minutes, while the Americans stood
anxiously awaiting their release.
Finally the interpreter spoke to them. The
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officer does not believe your story. The angry Mr.

Wilson was about to interrupt, but the man shook
his head and continued speaking. The young man
naturally will not admit to being a member of Los
Sombreros Rojo, and has fabricated the story.
That is utterly ridiculous, expostulated
Barbaras father. The boy is an American citizen,
just visiting Mexico for the first time, as are
hundreds of other tourists. It is preposterous to
think he is involved in any Mexican politics.
Can you prove you are tourists? quickly asked
the interpreter. Have you any credentials?
We have our tourist cards, replied Mr. Wilson,
taking a paper out of his billfold.
The Mexican handed it to the police officer. The
latter scrutinized it closely, shook his head, and
handed it back.
The interpreter translated the officers remark.
He says that this card means nothing. Anyone
can get hold of such a card and forge a name to it.
Bob made a suggestion. How about getting in
touch with the American Consul? He should be
able to help us.
Good idea, agreed Mr. Wilson. Are there any
objections to our telephoning the consulate?
No, Seor, no objections, but the consulate is
closed for the day. It closes at five oclock, you
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know, and it is already after six. Of course, you

can leave the young gentleman here for the night
and tomorrow you can see your consul.
You mean I am to be locked up in a cell all
night? wailed Jerry. Then, his sense of humor
asserting itself, he added, At least, when I get
back to the States, Ill be able to lecture on the
Mexican penal system. Ill have first-hand
information on the Mexican prisonwhich is
more than most tourists have.
Neither Bob nor Mr. Wilson thought the
situation very funny.
There must be some way we can get them to
release Jerry, said Bob.
I dont know how, replied George Wilson. At
any rate, Ill have to phone my wife and tell her
that she and the rest of them should go on out to
dinner with Mr. Stedman. There is no use ruining
their evening.
Suddenly Bobs face brightened. Stedman
why didnt we think of him before? He is very
influential here. Hell get Jerry out of this mess.
Turning to the Spaniard, he eagerly questioned
him. Do you know Jonathan Stedman, the oil
man?
Do you mean the American Seor who owns
large oil fields here, and whose nephew is a
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resident of this city? Bob nodded. Yes, Mr.

Stedman is well known here, admitted the man.
Then, excitedly remarked Bob, you would
take his word if he identified this boy as a
harmless American tourist?
The interpreter conferred with the magistrate.
Then he said, If Seor Stedman comes here and
gives us his word that this boy is not a member of
Los Sombreros Rojo, we shall release him.
The three Americans heaved great sighs of
relief. They knew now that it was only a matter of
minutes before Jerry would once more be free.
And that proved to be the case. As soon as Mr.
Wilson called Jonathan Stedman and explained
the situation, the latter hurried down to the police
court. The magistrate appeared to be on very
friendly terms with the rich Americano and
greeted him effusively. Jerrys greeting was the
most enthusiastic of all, however. In less than five
minutes Jerry was a free man. The stern-visaged
magistrate was now all smiles. He shook a playful
finger at the young culprit as he jokingly
reprimanded him for having given them a bad
scare.
The translator told them what the officer had
said, and then added his own words of advice.
Next time the young Seor had better not insist
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on buying something a Mexican does not want to

sell. There must be a very good reason when my
countrymen refuse to make a sale, and he smiled
good-naturedly.
I suppose I had better not wear my sombrero
while in Mexico, remarked Jerry.
No, indeed, Seor. And to make certain you
wont, well just keep it here.
As the four men left the dingy courthouse and
stepped out into the cool, fresh air, Jerry breathed
deeply. I was beginning to think I would never
fill my lungs with fresh air again. He was silent
all the way back to the hotel.
Whats the matter, Jerry? asked Bob. Why
are you so quiet? Do you already miss your
personality sombrero? Is that why you are sad?
The solemn young man shook his head. Its not
the sombrero Im thinking aboutits my two
pesos and fifty centavos. Im just saying a fond
farewell to them.

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CHAPTER IX
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
Are you certain we are taking the correct road
to Xochimilco? inquired Beverly as Bob Allen
reduced the speed of his car and scrutinized a
signpost.
Thats what Im trying to find out, Bev,
answered the boy, good-naturedly.
The little party of tourists had embarked on a
day of sight-seeing. Barbara, Beverly, and Jim
were accompanying Bob in his car, and Mr. and
Mrs. Wilson, Jerry, and Mort occupied the other
car.
These Mexican signposts are certainly
confusing, said Bob. Which way do you think
that arrow is supposed to be pointing, Babs?
Barbara was about to reply when she was
startled to see a boy suddenly appear on the
running board beside her. The stranger, a
Mexican boy about twelve years of age, thrust his
head through the open window and grinned very
engagingly.
Simultaneously
another
head
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appeared at the window next to Bob. This boy,

who looked to be about two years older than the
other child, smiled rather shyly.
Wellwhat have we here? asked Bob in
surprise.
The younger boy, whose dark eyes twinkled
merrily, promptly called out, Mop! Mop!
The older youth solemnly repeated the words,
Mop! Mop!
What do they mean? asked Beverly. Maybe
they mean they want to wash our car, and Mop is
the nearest they can come to expressing their
desire.
Is that what you mean, boys? You want to
wash our car? and Bob looked inquiringly from
one to the other.
No, no, answered the smaller boy impatiently.
Mop! Mop!
Now, what in the world is Mop? Barbara
racked her brains for the answer.
The two boys glanced across the car at each
other, a peculiar expression on their faces. Finally
the younger boy could no longer contain himself.
Very disdainfully he inquired, You no speak
English?
The four occupants of the car burst out
laughing.
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Of course we speak English, retorted Beverly,

as soon as she was able to speak. But is what you
are saying English?
Both children nodded. Finally the older one
added, Mopplace you want to go.
Oh, Barbara Ann cried, I know what they
mean. They want our map. They want us to point
out the place where we plan to go so they can act
as our guides there.
Si, Seorita, delightedly exclaimed the little
boy. Mop, mop!
Bob grinned in friendly fashion at the two
enterprising youngsters. Opening a small
compartment in the dashboard, he extracted a
road map. After studying the paper for a moment
he placed his index finger on a small dot and
consulted the boy at his side. Do you think you
could show us how to get to this town?
The lad solemnly studied the map. His face
brightened as he recognized the name of the town.
S, s, Seor, he replied. We go to Xochimilco
with you, yes?
Xochimilco? inquired his more alert-looking
companion. My brother and me, we show you way
to Xochimilco.
What do you say? asked Bob, addressing his
friends. Shall we employ these young men as our
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guides? The others having expressed their

approval, he turned to the eager youths. All
right, boys, you may come along with us. But
youll have to get inside the car, because I dont
want you riding on the running board.
The two brothers hastened to comply, the
younger one climbing into the front seat next to
Barbara. The other boy sat uneasily on the edge of
the back seat next to Jimmy. Although the young
Mexicans wore cheap overalls and were
barefooted, Barbara noticed that their hands and
faces were clean. She addressed the little boy at
her side.
Are you two boys brothers?
Yes. My name Mario. My brother, he called
Consuelo.
Mario and Consuelo, repeated Barbara Ann.
Those are nice names. Do you and your brother
go to school in Mexico City?
S, Seorita, answered the boy.
Do you study English at school? asked Bob. Is
that how you learned to understand it so well?
No, Seor, replied the boy, pleased at the
compliment paid him. We learn English from
Americanos. Many Americanos take trip here.
Consuelo and I show them where to go in Mexico.
They talk to us. We learn English from them.
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Then you do know how to get to Xochimilco?

inquired Bob. You are certain we are going the
right way?
S, Seor, answered Mario. We go right
road. Is Dads car following us? asked the young
girl.
Yes. He is immediately behind us, answered
Bob. He caught up with us when we stopped to
read the sign board. Now that we have our expert
guides, well not have to bother about signposts, I
hope.
Bob was correct in his statement. The two boys
knew the road perfectly. Although Consuelo had
little to say, when questioned his answers were
always intelligent. Mario seemed very much at
ease, and took it upon himself to point out places
of interest along the way.
Barbara was delighted with the bright Mexican
youngster. She questioned him about himself.
Are you and Consuelo the only children in your
family? she asked.
No, Seorita. We have another brother and two
sisters. Our brother is little babyhe named
Manuel.
And are your sisters older than you, Mario?
Rosita only little girlshe not go to school yet.
Conchita big girllike you, Seorita.
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Consuelo for the first time spoke without being

addressed. Conchita not our sister, Mario. We
call her sister because she live with us since she
little baby. She what you call cousin.
Further discussion of the boys family was
interrupted by the arrival of the party at
Xochimilco. As soon as the two cars were parked
and the occupants had alighted, the young
Mexicans were presented to the others. Mr. and
Mrs. Wilson found the bright youngsters very
entertaining. In fact, the children proved more
interesting than the floating gardens.
The floating gardens were, in reality, small
islands situated in the midst of a series of canals.
The party of tourists chartered a boat in which
they drifted along the water. The boat was long
and narrow, and had a small canopy overhead as
protection from the sun. A dark-skinned native,
garbed only in a pair of white trousers, stood in
the stern. With a long pole he slowly propelled the
boat. The canals were dotted with similar sightseeing boats. In addition, there were many boats
from which natives sold their wares. From one a
brown-eyed, smiling Mexican lass offered them
gaily-colored flowers. They purchased a huge
bouquet for just a few centavos. Several times
they were approached by vendors of brightly123

colored fruit drinks. Fat, jolly Mexican women

made tortillas right in their boats as they drifted
along, and offered them for sale. Occasionally the
Americans were entertained by floating
musicians who sang and played softly on stringed
instruments.
From a distance there was a distinct charm and
romance about the floating gardens of Xochimilco.
Unfortunately, many Mexican families were using
the canals for picnic grounds. They ate their meals
in their boats and then carelessly tossed the
refuse overboard. Thus, the natural beauty of the
water was marred by a variety of bottles, tin cans,
orange peels, and other waste matter floating
about.
It looks just like Coney Island, remarked
Jerry.
Yes, agreed Mr. Wilson. It is too bad that so
many lovely spots have to be spoiled by the
carelessness of human beings.
I imagine that at one time this place was very
attractive,
remarked
Barbaras
mother.
Unfortunately, the Mexicans appear to be
turning it into a market place. I suppose you cant
really blame them, since they have found the
tourists very willing to buy their wares.
Just the same, I am rather disappointed in
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Xochimilco, said Barbara Ann. I do hope that we

shall not find Taxco so commercialized.
Thats rightwere planning to drive to Taxco
the day after tomorrow. I had almost forgotten,
said Bob. I had better have Susabella looked over
before we make that trip.
The word Taxco seemed to strangely excite
Mario, who had accompanied the party in the
boat. Consuelo had offered to remain behind to
watch the car. Just what could happen to the car
no one knew, but it seemed to be a custom in
Mexico, for everywhere the Americans went they
were accosted by children offering to watch the car
for a few centavos.
You go Taxco? eagerly asked Mario. As Bob
nodded, he continued. Taxco nice. Americanos
like Taxco. I have sister there.
Another sister! commented Barbara. You
didnt mention her before.
She no count. She married. She no live at
home. Her name Ramona.
You say you have been to Taxco? inquired Mr.
Wilson.
Mario grinned. One of his front teeth was
missing, which made his funny smile all the more
attractive. Me and Consuelo go Taxco lots of
times. Sometimes we stay with Ramona three-four
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days.
How do you get there? asked Mort.
We hitch-hike, promptly answered the boy,
smiling proudly at his knowledge of the American
slang expression. We ride with Americanos, just
like we ride with you.
For a minute Mr. Wilson seemed to be
engrossed in his own thoughts. Then, turning to
his wife, he asked, What do you say, Mother? Do
you think we should take Mario and Consuelo
along with us to Taxco? They can act as guides,
and point out places of interest along the way.
They can stay with their sister overnight and then
come back with us.
Mario darted eager eyes at the sweet Seora.
He said nothing, however, but silently awaited
her reply.
Mother Wilson spoke slowly. I think that is a
splendid idea, George. Well have plenty of room,
since we are taking both cars. The children can
give us a great deal of information, Im certain. At
least they can read the road directions, which you
cant do, my dear. Everyone laughed, as they all
remembered several instances when Barbaras
father had thought Tome su durecha meant
Turn to the left. Mrs. Wilson continued, I
believe Mario and Consuelo would enjoy the trip,
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too. Am I right, Mario?

The boy quickly answered, Si, Seora, we like
to go.
I believe, though, we had better consult the
childrens parents before we take them along. We
should find out if they are satisfied.
Madre no care. She like us to go. Padre like us
go with Americanos, too.
I imagine he does, drily replied Mr. Wilson.
Americanos are generous.
Just the same, insisted Mrs. Wilson, I would
feel much better if I knew that we had the
parents consent to take the boys along.
All right, Mother. If it will ease your mind,
when we return to the city well let Bob and
Barbara drive the boys to their home. Then they
can speak to their parents and make all necessary
arrangements for the trip.
Thats a good idea, agreed Barbara Ann. She
was secretly delighted at the opportunity of
entering a real Mexican home. Ever since she had
been in Mexico she had felt the desire to see how
the natives live.
When the party returned to their cars they
found Consuelo patiently seated on the running
board of Susabella. Mario immediately poured
forth a stream of Spanish. As the others
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recognized the word Taxco, which the boy

mentioned several times, they were certain he
was telling his brother of the proposed trip.
Consuelo took the news calmly. Then Mrs. Wilson
told him of the plan to consult his parents for
permission to take him and Mario on the
overnight journey. Very quickly Consuelo retorted
in words almost identical with those earlier
spoken by his brother. They no care. They like us
go with you.
Just to be certain they have no objections,
however, Babs and I will ask your mother and
father when we drive you home, said Bob. I
think we had better be starting back now.
As he helped Barbara Ann into the car he
noticed that Consuelo had hung behind and was
saying something in low tones to Mario.
Consuelos face was even more grave than usual.
Bob could understand Spanish better than he
could speak it. Although he was not certain, he
thought he overheard the older boy saying that he
didnt think his father would like having them
bring the Americanos into their home. Mario,
however, merely shrugged his shoulders, grinned
impudently, and jumped into the car.
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Is this the house? inquired Bob Allen, as he

stopped his car before a buff-colored stone house.
It was one of a row of similar undistinguishedlooking dwellings. Barbara wondered how the
boys could tell one home from another, as they
were all practically alike, and there was no
separation between the buildings.
S, Seor. This our house, answered Mario,
quickly hopping out of the car. We live in this
building.
You stay in car, quickly remarked Consuelo as
he, too, climbed out. I tell Madre or Padre to
come out see you.
Oh, no, immediately answered Barbara Ann.
We dont want to bother your parents and make
them run out to see us. Well go inside with you.
Consuelo appeared about to reply, then changed
his mind. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he
uttered the single word, Come.
When Barbara and Bob followed the two young
boys through an entrance, they found themselves
in a courtyard. How pretty! exclaimed Barbara
Ann as she gazed at the lovely flowers blooming in
the court. From the outside you would never
guess this delightful spot existed.
No, replied Bob. These patios are the
common peoples substitution for a front yard. I
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have noticed that only the very finest homes in

Mexico City have grounds surrounding them. The
rest are all like these, built right next to the
sidewalk, but facing a beautiful open courtyard
like this.
These patios are certainly more private than
our front lawns, commented Barbara Ann. But I
think it is rather a shame that such beautiful
gardens cannot be seen from the street. I believe I
prefer even our poorest residential districts to
these solid rows of houses set level with the
narrow streets.
Consuelo and Mario, who had been walking on
ahead, now stopped in front of a doorway at the
other end of the courtyard. They waited for the
boy and girl to approach. This our house, said
Mario, smiling pleasantly, as he knocked on the
door.
There was the sound of hurried steps, and then
the door was opened. Both Barbara and Bob were
startled by the sight of the girl who stood in the
doorway. Instead of the stout motherly Mexican
woman they had expected to see opening the door,
they were confronted by a pretty, golden-haired
young girl. The girl, too, was evidently equally
surprised when she perceived the two strangers.
She gazed at them with frightened blue eyes,
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while slowly the blood mounted to her fair skin.

Consuelo quickly said a few words in Spanish to
the girl. She answered, her voice soft and musical.
Barbara could not tear her eyes away from the
girl. The cheap cotton dress which she wore did
not hide her natural grace. Barbaras quick eyes
noted that even the girls bare feet were slender
and well formed. She is beautiful, thought Babs.
Mario, who appeared quite unaware of anything
unusual in the scene, attended to the
introductions. Her name Conchita.
Then you are these boys cousin, said Barbara,
smiling pleasantly. As the girl did not answer, she
continued. They were telling us about you. This
is my friend, Bob Allen, and my name is Barbara
Ann Wilson.
The young girl still had nothing to say, but her
charming mouth curved in a shy smile.
Conchita no speak English like Consuelo and
me, explained Mario. His manner plainly denoted
a pride in his own accomplishments.
Conchita looks more like an American girl
than a Mexican, said Bob. When she opened the
door I expected to hear her say hello as we do in
our country.
Conchitas mother Americano, explained
Consuelo. My uncle, he go to United States. He
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marry American girl. She die when Conchita just

a little girl. My uncle come back to Mexico. He
sick, too. Before he die he ask Madre to take care
of Conchita. Conchita come live with us.
No wonder she seems more like a sister than a
cousin, commented Barbara Ann. You must have
been just a tiny baby, Consuelo, when she came to
live with you, and Mario probably wasnt even
born.
Conchita, who had understood very little of the
conversation, again addressed her cousins in
Spanish.
Consuelo started to reply, then stopped talking
and stood very still, as if he were listening to
something. The sound of masculine voices coming
from within reached their ears. Barbara Ann
could plainly hear two voices speaking in rapid
Spanish. Oddly enough, there was a familiar
sound about one of the voices. Now, where had she
heard that voice before?
The young girl did not have long to ponder over
the answer to her question. At that moment she
saw two men coming down the long, narrow hall
toward the doorway. The one man, a heavy-set
Mexican, was talking as if he were greatly excited,
and was gesticulating wildly. In great contrast to
the dark-skinned Mexican was the well-dressed,
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light-complexioned man at his side. As the light

fell on the mans face, Barbara turned startled
eyes toward Bob.
Look, Bob, she whispered. Thats Gordon
Stedman.
Gordon Stedman! softly exclaimed Bob in
great surprise. Babs, youre right. Thats he,
without a doubt. But what is he doing here?
At that same instant Gordon Stedmans eyes
alighted on the young boy and girl standing in the
doorway. An expression of amazement spread over
the mans face as he gazed at Barbara Ann and
Bob. Did she imagine it, wondered Barbara, or
was there something more than mere surprise in
the eyes of Gordon Stedman? He looked almost
frightened. Certainly he was very pale.
The irrepressible Mario stepped forward.
Buenos das, Seor Stedman, he said, holding
out a small brown hand. Gordon Stedman,
however, brushed past the child without a word.
He clasped both Barbara and Bob by the hand and
greeted them very effusively.
Why, Miss Barbara and young Allen, this is
indeed a surprise. I have been looking forward to
seeing you again, but certainly did not expect to
find you here!
Nor did we expect to run into anyone we knew
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here, either, said Barbara Ann. We just came

home with Mario and Consuelo to ask their
parents to permit them to go with us to Taxco.
Briefly she explained the way in which they had
met the two youngsters, and their plans for their
overnight excursion.
Youll enjoy that trip very much, commented
Mr. Stedman. When you return you must tell me
all about it. You say you are going the day after
tomorrow? Bob and Barbara nodded. Glancing at
his watch, Gordon Stedman ejaculated, I had no
idea it was that late. Youll have to excuse me if I
dash away, as I have a great deal to attend to at
the office. I just ran over here because one of the
men in the fields is ill and I need someone to take
his place. Another one of my men suggested this
man for the job, and in order to save time I drove
over to talk to him myself.
For the first time both Barbara and Bob turned
their attention to the other man. The Mexican had
been standing quietly studying the strangers. His
dark eyes were puzzled, as he listened to the
conversation.
The oil man now addressed the Mexican, this
time speaking in English. Ill expect you at the
fields tomorrow morning at eight. See that you are
on time!
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S, Seor, replied the man, bowing slightly.

Adios, he added, as Gordon Stedman hurried
away.
There was an awkward moment in which the
silence was broken only by the click of the
retreating mans heels on the cobblestones as he
crossed the courtyard. Then Mario remembered
his manners.
This is my padre, he said. He speak English,
too.
My name is Allen, said Bob, stepping forward
and extending his hand. And this is Miss
Wilson.
After a moments hesitation the man shook
Bobs hand and nodded to Barbara Ann,
acknowledging her greeting.
And that my madre, continued Mario.
With some surprise, Babs and Bob looked in the
direction in which Mario was pointing and saw a
woman standing half-hidden in the shadow of the
doorway. They had not seen the childrens mother
when she first appeared. They had probably been
too absorbed in their conversation with Gordon
Stedman to notice her before. For the first time,
too, they noted that the attractive young girl had
disappeared. Just when she had slipped away
from the door they could not say.
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The childrens father addressed the young

Americans, speaking in slow, faltering English.
You know Seor Stedman? he asked. You good
friends?
Not exactly good friends, replied Bob, since
we have only met him once before. We do know his
uncle very well, though. He is the man who owns
the oil fields where you are going to work.
You know his uncle? repeated the man, and
Barbara thought she detected a rather startled
expression on the mans face.
Thinking it wiser to change the subject, she
remarked, You have two mighty fine sons, Seor.
And a lovely niece, too.
Once again there seemed to be something
peculiar in the mans manner as he inquired, You
see Conchita? His voice sounded slightly strained
as he added, She good girl. Her mother
Americano. But she good Mexican seorita.
Yes, Mario told us all about Conchita, said
Barbara Ann.
For the first time Marios easy self-confidence
appeared to leave him. A frightened look came
over his habitually sunny face as he glanced
cautiously at his father. The father said nothing,
but the look he gave his young son was not
pleasant.
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Barbara detected the strained atmosphere. She

quickly began explaining the reason for their visit.
Having finished her explanations, she added,
And so we want to know whether you and your
wife will permit Consuelo and Mario to act as our
guides on the trip. They told us they have a sister
in Taxco, so they can stay with her overnight.
The father did not reply at once. He seemed to
be carefully considering the request. Suddenly he
turned toward his wife and called out something
to her in Spanish. Slowly the woman emerged
from the shadows, and for the first time Barbara
Ann and Bob had a good look at the boys mother.
She was short, but more slender than the average
Mexican housewife. Although she was probably
very little over forty, her dark-skinned face was
seamed and lined like that of a much older
woman. Yet the womans features were finely
molded, and there was a trace of an earlier beauty
which had vanished during years of hard toil.
She must have been lovely when young,
thought Barbara Ann. Her eyes are still very
beautiful. She found herself fascinated by the
large, thickly-lashed eyes of the Mexican woman.
Her brows, too, were long and perfectly arched.
Vaguely Barbara Ann had a feeling that she had
seen the woman somewhere recently. At least
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there was something familiar about the shape of

the dark brown eyes. But, scrutinizing the woman
more closely, Babs decided that she was wrong.
There was a tiny white scar at the left corner of
her mouth, and had she seen the woman before,
she would certainly have remembered the scar.
The childrens mother and father conversed
quietly in their native tongue. Then the father
turned to Barbara. We think all right let
Consuelo and Mario go with you. You take good
care them, no?
I think theyll take good care of us, answered
Bob, laughing. They seem very well-informed
young gentlemen. We are going to get an early
start. Since this is on our way, well call by for the
boys at six-thirty. You be waiting outside, boys.
Do you understand?
S, Seor, they both replied. Then Mario
added, smiling broadly, We be ready much before
six-thirty.
As they crossed the courtyard, Barbara looked
back over her shoulder at the family who had
remained standing in the doorway. She waved her
hand. She was not certain, but she thought she
saw a pale face pressed against a windowpane,
and a small white hand raised in response to her
salute.
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CHAPTER X
VANISHED!
This trip to Taxco had better be good, said
Jerry, as he sleepily rubbed his eyes. The very
idea of getting a fellow up at five-thirty to go for a
drive is absolutely uncivilized.
Youll feel better after you get some breakfast,
laughed Beverly.
Not after some of that Mexican mud they call
coffee, answered the boy. What I wouldnt give
for a big cup of good old United States Java!
They dont grow coffee in the United States,
remarked Mort. Youre mixed up on your
geography.
They may not grow it, but they know how to fix
it, retorted Jerry, who was determined to win his
point.
I agree with Jerry, laughed Mrs. Wilson. I
think I mind the coffee here more than anything
else, and the butter is pretty bad, too.
I dont suppose well find the food any better in
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Taxco, but if all I hear is true, well at least have

beautiful surroundings to eat it in.
Babs, how can you be so disgustingly cheerful
at this hour of the morning? Beverly eyed her
chum reprovingly.
Its just my naturally sunny nature coming to
the front, imperturbably replied Barbara Ann,
her gray eyes twinkling merrily. Youll feel
better, Bev, when you begin looking at some of the
beautiful silver jewelry they make in Taxco. Wont
we have fun selecting gifts for the gang at home?
Will you buy me a dainty bracelet, girls, or
perhaps a pair of delicately-wrought earrings
would better suit my style of beauty! chided
Jerry, taking mincing steps in imitation of some
members of the feminine sex. They all laughed at
his foolishness.
Their bantering conversation was interrupted
by the arrival of Mr. Wilson, Bob, and Jim. The
two boys and Barbaras father had left the rest of
the party standing before the hotel while they
called for their cars at the garage. Now they drove
up and picked up their passengers.
Ill lead the way to Consuelos and Marios
house, since I know just where that is. Then you
can take the lead, if you wish, Bob said.
The two cars started off. Everyone was in good
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spirits and all were looking forward to their

outing with great pleasure. The weather was
idealpleasantly cool and clear.
It was just twenty-five to seven when Bob
stopped his car before the home of Consuelo and
Mario. Mr. Wilsons car drew up and parked right
behind.
Now where are those boys? impatiently
inquired Bob. I told them to be certain to be
ready at six-thirty.
Its only twenty-five to seven now, commented
Jim, consulting his watch. Maybe theyll be out in
a moment.
They said they would be ready long before sixthirty, remarked Barbara Ann. Suppose you and
I get out and knock on their door. Since their
father is going to work in the oil fields, I know
there will be someone in the family already out of
bed.
Thats a good idea. The boys may have
forgotten that today is when we planned the trip.
Jim, would you mind telling the folks in the other
car where we are going?
Opening the door leading into the patio, the
young boy and girl hurried across the court. In
spite of the early hour there were already signs of
life in the courtyard. Two small boys were
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scampering in and out among the trees. From

several windows came a variety of cooking odors,
and the sound of rattling pots and pans revealed
that breakfast was being prepared.
As they reached the doorway of Consuelos and
Marios home, they hesitated a moment before
knocking. The house was strangely quiet. The
shutters were tightly closed, and there wasnt the
faintest sound of people moving about.
Do you think they are all still sleeping?
inquired Babs, a troubled expression on her pretty
face. Do you think we ought to knock and wake
them up?
I dont know, answered Bob. But certainly
the boys father should be getting ready to go to
work. Maybe they are all up, but we cant hear
them because the shutters are closed. I think we
should knock.
Without further reflection he rapped sharply on
the door. The two young people strained their ears
for the sound of footsteps approaching the door.
When no one appeared, Bob knocked again, this
time more loudly. The sound of the knock seemed
to reverberate throughout the house, but again
there was no response.
Babs, what do you make of this situation? I
think there is something mighty queer about this
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whole affair. I am practically certain there is no

one in that house. If there is, they are purposely
not answering the door.
But where could they all be? cried Barbara
Ann. It is still very early for the whole family to
have gone out. Besides, I dont believe Mario and
Consuelo would forget their engagementthey
were too anxious to go along with us to Taxco.
She paused for a moment, then slowly continued.
Bob, I have a peculiar feeling that there is
something very wrong here.
I feel the same way, replied the boy. It all
just doesnt make sense. Im going to try the door
and see whether it is locked.
He turned the knob, and the door opened so
easily that he almost fell inside. For a moment he
stood blinking his eyes, trying to adjust them to
the absence of light. As he became accustomed to
the darkness, he began to look about the room.
After a brief scrutiny he excitedly called out to the
young girl who had remained standing outside.
Babs, come here quickly!
Barbara hurriedly stepped inside, stumbling
slightly as her foot struck an object in the
darkness. Its so dark in here, I cant see a thing.
Where are you, Bob?
Right here, replied the boy, holding out his
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hand to Barbara. Stand still for just a minute.

Youll be able to see just as soon as your eyes
adjust themselves to the dim light.
In a few seconds Barbara Ann was able to
clearly discern the outlines of the room in which
they were standing. It was a long, narrow room,
with a low ceiling. Bob! she suddenly exclaimed.
This room is empty! There is no one living here.
Are we in the wrong house?
This is the right house, answered the boy. At
least this is where Consuelo and Mario were living
the day before yesterday. Its plain to see they
have moved away, and very hurriedly, too, I
should say, he added, as he noticed the broken
toys, empty boxes, and discarded clothing
scattered about.
But they didnt say a word about moving when
we arranged to call for the boys. Do you think they
could have decided to move suddenly to be nearer
the oil fields? asked Barbara Ann rather
halfheartedly. It was plain that she herself did not
believe that was the reason for the sudden
departure of the family.
Bob shrugged his shoulders. There could be
any number of good reasons for the family moving
away unexpectedly, but well never find out the
true explanation just by standing here guessing.
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Besides, your mother and dad will be wondering

what has become of us.
I have an idea, quickly remarked Barbara
Ann. Suppose we speak to some of the neighbors.
Maybe the family left their new address with
them, or perhaps Mario or Consuelo left a
message for us.
It wont hurt to inquire, admitted Bob. In
order to save time, suppose you speak to the
neighbors on the left, and Ill call on the family on
the right. At least some one may know the reason
for their sudden departure.
The girl and boy quickly walked out of the dark,
deserted house into the sunlight. The bright
sunshine warmed and cheered Barbara Ann, who
had found the empty house very depressing. She
quickly knocked upon the door of the neighboring
house. A woman carrying a small baby came to
the door. Barbara began to question the woman,
but it was immediately evident that she did not
understand English. After a futile effort at
conversation, the Mexican woman called out,
Nina! A tall, barefooted girl came in answer to
her mothers summons. The mother said a few
rapid words to her daughter, and then the latter
looked inquiringly at Barbara Ann.
What you want? she asked, her manner more
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friendly than her abrupt words.

Barbara smiled and explained as simply as she
could the reason for her visit. The young girl
understood what she was saying but was unable
to give the information she desired. In broken
English Nina explained that the family next door
had lived there only about six months and had not
mingled much with the others in the court.
Yesterday they had moved, but very early,
without saying good-by to anyone and with no
explanation. No, she had no idea where they had
gone. Barbara politely thanked the girl and her
mother for their help and departed.
Bob was already waiting for her in the patio.
Briefly they compared notes and found that both
neighbors had told the same story. Evidently the
family of the two little Mexican guides did not
share its business with the neighbors.
I suppose there is nothing else to do but tell
the others that we cant find Mario and Consuelo,
and go on to Taxco without them, said young
Allen.
Oh, Bob, what a disappointment! cried
Barbara Ann. Those little boys were such
interesting, well-behaved youngsters, and they
would have made our drive much more enjoyable.
I know Mother and Dad will feel sorry that they
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wont be with us. They took a great liking to

Consuelo and Mario.
There is nothing we can do about it, though, so
we had better not waste any more time getting
started.
The two dejected young people crossed the
courtyard. Just as they had reached the entrance
Barbara stopped short and exclaimed, Bob, I
have another idea!
Be careful, Babs, retorted the young man,
smiling. Two ideas in one day may be too much of
a strain for that pretty head of yours.
The young girl made a face at her companion,
and said, Ill get even with you for that remark,
Bob Allen. You just wait and see. Then, her
manner once more becoming serious, she added,
But this really is a good idea. Since we know the
boys father is working for Gordon Stedman, why
not drive to his office and ask him where we can
find the man? I dont believe that would delay us
much, and even if we did get started an hour
later, having Mario and Consuelo along would
probably save us that much time along the road.
They would keep us from making mistakes, and
tell us the best way to go.
Bob considered the suggestion. Then he
remarked, Perhaps that would be a good idea.
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Once we see the boys father he can certainly tell

us where to find his sons. It is not surprising that
in the excitement of moving the boys forgot about
our trip. However, we had better find out what
your father thinks of the plan.
Just as Barbara had predicted, her parents and
the other members of the party were very
disappointed when Bob and she appeared without
Consuelo and Mario. Everyone agreed that the
sudden departure of the Mexican family was very
peculiar.
Ah! I scent a mystery, called out Jerry,
sniffing loudly in imitation of a well-trained
bloodhound. Well call this The Strange Case of
the Missing Mexicans.
Jerry, cant you ever be serious? asked the
exasperated Beverly, but she joined the others in
a hearty laugh at the boys clowning.
Skeezix, said Mr. Wilson, addressing his
daughter, I think your suggestion of calling on
Gordon Stedman is a good one. I know just where
the office is, since Jonathan took me there
yesterday. It wont take long to go there. Get back
into your car quickly and follow me.
Mr. Wilson did know the way to the office
surprisingly well. In less than ten minutes he
pulled up before a very modernistic office building.
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Bob, who had been following him closely, parked

his car a few feet behind.
Mr. Wilson stepped out of his car, remarking, I
think it would be better if only Bob and Barbara
Ann went with me to see young Stedman. He is
probably quite busy, and wouldnt appreciate
having the whole party barge in on him. Suppose
the rest of you just wait in the car. Well be out
again in a jiffy.
The young girl seated at a desk in the attractive
waiting room informed Mr. Wilson and his
companions that Mr. Stedman was in and would
see them shortly. Barbara had scarcely had time
to admire the really beautiful furnishings of the
room when a buzzer sounded.
Mr. Stedman will see you now, said the girl,
as she opened the door leading into an adjoining
office.
All three arose with alacrity and walked quickly
across the thickly-carpeted floor. Gordon
Stedman, who was seated at a large desk, arose
and came forward to greet them.
This is an unexpected pleasure, he said,
shaking hands with Mr. Wilson. Wont you people
sit down and make yourselves comfortable?
Thanks, Gordon, replied Barbaras father,
but we are on our way to Taxco, and we are only
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going to stay long enough to ask you a question.

A question? asked Gordon Stedman. Now,
just what is it you want to know?
Barbara Ann noticed the mans face as he
spoke. He was smiling, but there was an uneasy
expression about his eyes which did not fit in with
his nonchalant manner. What is troubling him?
she wondered. Aloud she remarked, We came to
you because we thought you could help us out of
our difficulty.
If I can be of any assistance, Miss Barbara, I
shall be only too happy to help you.
Do you remember when we met you the day
before yesterday at Consuelo and Marios house
we told you we wanted to take the boys with us to
Taxco to act as guides? The young Mr. Stedman
nodded. The most peculiar thing has happened,
continued the girl. This morning when we called
for the boys they were not waiting outside as we
had instructed them to do. Bob and I decided to
knock on their door and see whether the boys had
forgotten our engagement.
But, chimed in Bob, when we went into the
house we found it was empty. The family had
moved away evidently very suddenly, and had not
left word with any of the neighbors as to their new
address.
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You can imagine how disappointed we are,

said Barbara Ann. We have been counting on
Mario and Consuelo to make our trip more
interesting.
That is certainly unfortunate, Miss Barbara,
and I am very sorry to learn of your
disappointment. But I cant quite understand
what all that has to do with me. Gordon Stedman
looked genuinely perplexed.
I dont wonder you cant see at what end we
are driving, commented Barbaras father. That
daughter of mine has been rattling away a mile a
minute, but has failed to come to the point, or
rather she has not told you the reason for our
visit. Perhaps I had better do the explaining. My
daughter tells me that you hired the boys father
to start working yesterday in your oil fields. We
thought you could tell us where to find this man.
Then we could learn from him where to locate
Consuelo and Mario.
As her father spoke, Barbara Ann again closely
scrutinized the face of the man he was addressing.
There was no doubt that Mr. Wilsons words had
startled Gordon Stedman. What is the matter?
wondered the young girl.
Mr. Stedman, however, soon recovered his
composure and calmly stated, Oh, you mean
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Gonzales? Im afraid you are doomed to another

disappointment. Gonzales did not show up for
work yesterday.
Didnt show up? cried Barbara Ann. But why
not?
Im afraid I cant answer that question,
replied Gordon. When the man didnt appear I
hired someone else. I have no idea why the man
failed to report. He may be unreliable, or he may
have had some good reason for not appearing. I
have no way of judging because I do not know
Gonzales. As you know, he was recommended to
me by one of my workers, and the day I met you
young people was the first and only time I had
spoken to the man.
Then I dont believe you can help us, Mr.
Stedman, remarked Mr. Wilson, rising from his
chair. If you will excuse us, we had better take
our leave. We have a long trip ahead of us. I hope
we didnt disturb you.
Not at all, Mr. Wilson. It is always nice to see
you and your family and friends. I do hope we can
spend some time together before you leave Mexico
City.
Thank you, answered Barbaras father. Well
not say Adios then, but merely Hasta la vista.
The three were silent as they left the office and
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entered the elevator. Not until they had reached

the ground floor did Bob remark, Well, thats
that! I suppose we must give up the idea of taking
Consuelo and Mario with us. We wont have any
trouble finding the way there, but well miss their
company. Theres no use complaining, though,
since there is nothing we can do about it.
Thats right, Bob. Well just forget that we had
planned to take the boys along. Well probably
find the trip such an interesting one that we shall
hardly miss our little guides.
Barbara Ann was strangely quiet for the first
part of the trip. While the others were chatting
gaily, the young girl was deeply engrossed in her
own thoughts. Bob noticed It is companions
silence, but it wasnt until they made their first
stop at a filling station for gas that he learned the
reason for Barbaras preoccupation.
Drawing Bob slightly away from the rest of the
crowd, Barbara Ann spoke to him, almost in a
whisper. Bob, did you notice anything peculiar
about Gordon Stedmans storyI mean, his
remark about only having spoken to Marios and
Consuelos father once?
Bob shook his head. No, I didnt see anything
queer about that, Babs. Why?
Just this. If, as he said, the day we met at the
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boys home was also Gordons first visit, how does

it happen that Mario knew him? If you remember,
the boy spoke to him and addressed him by
name.
For a moment Bob did not quite catch the
significance of Barbaras remarks. Suddenly a
startled expression appeared on his face, and he
exclaimed, Babs, youre right! I do remember
Mario calling him Seor Stedman. Something
tells me Gordon Stedman was not telling the
truth.
Barbaras gray eyes flashed as she retorted,
Im certain the man was lying. But why, Bob?
Why should he have tried to deceive us?
Bob slowly shook his head. I dont know. But,
in the words of the immortal Shakespeare, I
should say, Theres something rotten in
Denmark!

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CHAPTER XI
TRAPPED IN A TOMB
Since our stay in Mexico City is almost over,
and you young folks cannot agree on your plans
for today, why dont you divide up into separate
parties?
What do you mean, Mumsey? asked Barbara
Ann as she paused for a moment, pen in hand,
and looked at her mother. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson,
together with the girls and boys, were seated in
the hotel lobby discussing their activities of the
day. Beverly and Barbara were taking advantage
of the few quiet moments to write some longpromised postal cards.
As I understand the situation, Mrs. Wilson
went on, Jerry and Mort have their hearts set on
visiting some particular excavation of which they
have heard. Beverly and Jimmy are not in the
least interested in archaeological ruins but would
like to see a beautiful historical convent. Babs,
you and Bob say you have visited so many
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churches and convents that you do not care to see

any more, but you would very much enjoy visiting
the picturesque market place at Toluca. What I
meant was that there is no reason why each of you
shouldnt do as you pleased. Fortunately, the
three destinations are all along the same road.
Bob could drive Mort and Jerry to the excavations,
and Beverly and Jim to the convent. Then you and
he could go on to Toluca. You could arrange a
definite time and place where you would pick up
the others on the way back.
My, my, Mother! exclaimed Mr. Wilson,
smiling fondly at his wife. A general in an army
could take lessons from you when it comes to
mapping out maneuvers. Just the same, your
suggestion is a good one, dear. That little wife of
mine has a good head on her shoulders.
She certainly has, enthusiastically agreed
Jimmy. I think it is a splendid idea to separate,
and then well all be satisfied.
I agree with Dad, said Barbara Ann, going
over to her mother and giving her a kiss. I have a
mighty smart mumsey.
Now Dad and I wont feel guilty about going to
that luncheon which Dads business acquaintance
is giving for us at the Borda. Well know you
youngsters will be having a good time. Mrs.
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Wilson appeared well satisfied with her own

managing of affairs.
Humph! You and Dad are getting to be regular
social lions. Luncheon at the Borda, indeed! Im
afraid when we return to the States nothing less
than dinner at the finest hotels six nights a week
will satisfy you.
Shame on you, young lady, making fun of your
old Mother and Dad, remarked Mr. Wilson in
mock disapproval. This younger generation has
no respect for its elders.
What do you mean by elders? retorted
Barbara, giving her fa l her a hug. You and
Mother act as young as any of us.
Beverly and the boys vehemently reiterated
Barbaras statement. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson
laughed at the young peoples remarks. These
youngsters are saying too many nice things about
us, Mother, said Mr. Wilson, chuckling. I have
an idea they must want something. We had better
be on our way before they ask any favors.
After admonishing the girls and boys to be very
careful while on their outings, Barbaras mother
and dad took their leave. The young people busied
themselves working out the details of their trip.
Since the convent is only half a mile from the
excavation, suppose you drop the four of us at the
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same place, commented Mort. Then you can pick

us up there on your way back.
That sounds logical, replied Bob. Now you
girls run along and get yourselves ready. Well call
for you in an hour.
It was not quite eleven in the morning when the
party started off in the direction of Toluca.
I suppose that after Taxco all our sight-seeing
will seem like an anti-climax, said Beverly. Isnt
that the most picturesque village you can
imagine?
Indeed it is, agreed Barbara. Ill never forget
our first view of the townthose red tile roofs
nestled against the brilliant green of the
mountainside. Whoever decreed that all the
buildings in Taxco must have red tile roofs
certainly had an eye for the artistic.
And those cobblestone streets, narrow,
winding, and steep! Some of them were almost
perpendicular. Ill always remember them, and so
will Susabella, ruefully commented Bob. They
were almost too much for the old girl. She hasnt
been the same ever since.
Ah, but you forget! No matter in how bad
condition the streets were, or how dirty, they still
had beautiful designs painted on them. That made
everything all right. If Susabella had any feeling
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for the finer things in life, she would have

appreciated that fact, said Jerry Drake, his tone
one of reproval.
Maybe it was Susabellas sensitive nature that
caused her to firmly refuse to climb some of those
streets. She just didnt want to run over the handpainted designs.
Hearty laughter greeted Jims remark. Then
Mort said, Beverly thinks that Taxco was the
high spot of our trip. Ill admit I enjoyed the town
and its surroundings a great deal. However, both
Jerry and I have been looking forward more
eagerly to visiting these newly discovered ruins
than to anything we have done thus far. Am I
right, Jerry?
The boy nodded. Yes, old Mort and I always did
feel more at home with the ancients.
Meaning, I suppose, that our company is too
juvenile for you! sniffed Beverly.
I didnt say that, but of course you can draw
your own conclusions! Jerry replied, impudently.
Personally, I think it is just as well that you
two will be parting company shortly. At the rate
you are going there might be a hair-pulling match
very soon, called Bob over his shoulder.
It was only fifteen minutes later that Bob drove
up before an open field. A large signboard
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indicated by means of arrows the direction of both

the excavation and the convent.
Suppose we call for you at four oclock,
suggested Bob. That will give us enough time to
get home and dressed for dinner.
Shall we wait for you right here at the
signpost? inquired Jimmy as he helped Beverly
out of the car.
I think that would be the best idea, answered
Bob. Do you agree with me, Babs?
The young girl nodded and waved gaily to her
friends. Have a good time, she called as Bob
slowly pulled away.
Thanks, and same to you! retorted Beverly,
waving back at her chum. Dont forget to call for
us. Barbaras reply was muffled by the noise of
the car as it sped quickly away.
The four young people once more scrutinized
the signpost. They were now familiar enough with
the Spanish expressions used on highway markers
to read the directions without any difficulty.
It looks as if we go to the right, while you turn
to the left, commented Jim. Dont get so
interested in the ancients that you forget that this
is the present. In other words, be here at four.
Never fear. Being prompt is one of our chief
virtues, solemnly replied Jerry.
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So I have noticed, dryly remarked Jim. You

are especially punctual in getting up in the
mornings. We only have to call you for a half-hour
before you open one eye. We usually have to throw
cold water on you before you open the other one.
This isnt morning any more, so you neednt
worry. Well be here at four. Come along, Jerry.
It was only a ten-minute walk to the site of the
recently uncovered ruins. A caretaker, who was
able to speak a little English, gave the boys a brief
account of the work which had been done. He told
them that from the lava flow discovered in that
region it had been estimated that the ruins
uncovered were approximately three thousand
years old.
Three thousand years old! exclaimed Jerry.
That must have been some of the earliest
evidence of civilization on this continent.
S, Seor, replied the caretaker. You like to
walk around and see something?
The boys nodded eagerly. The caretaker, who
appeared to enjoy his young American visitors,
pointed out the interesting discoveries in the
recent excavations. There were crudely-carved
stone figures which were probably objects of
worship for the ancients. There were a few pieces
of pottery surprisingly well fashioned. What most
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entranced the young boys, however, were the

human skeletons which the guide pointed out to
them. These were embedded in the lava.
Doesnt it make you feel rather queer to realize
that you are looking at the remains of people who
lived three thousand years ago? asked Mort, his
intelligent face very grave.
Even Jerry was too much impressed for his
usual gaiety. It certainly does, he replied. I
cant help wondering what will have become of our
civilization three thousand years from now.
The guide excused himself because of other
duties. He told Jerry and Mort that they were free
to wander over the grounds, provided they did not
handle or disturb any of the relics. The boys
thanked the man for his trouble, and assured him
they would be careful not to do any harm.
He was pretty swell! admitted Mort as the
man departed. He certainly took pains to show us
around and explain the work that has been done.
Just the same, I am glad he has left us alone,
because it is more fun exploring by ourselves.
With this sentiment Jerry heartily agreed.
The two boys thoroughly enjoyed searching the
ruins for about an hour. Then Jerry proposed
leaving the scene of the excavations. Lets climb
around in the hills over there, he said, pointing to
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a spot a short distance away. Maybe well make

some discoveries of our own. The archaeologists
havent done any digging over there.
Mort laughed. Oh, yes, well probably find a
few hidden villages, or maybe a city or two.
However, he readily agreed to accompany his
friend.
It was fun climbing among the rocks, searching
the ground for relics of ancient civilization. Jerry
found an oddly-shaped stone which he claimed
was an old arrowhead. Although climbing was
amusing, it was also tiresome. After a little while
the boys decided to rest. They looked for a shady
spot. A group of rocks at the foot of a hill caught
their eye.
Lets take a load off our feet and sit down on
those rocks, suggested Jerry. My feet feel as if
they were covered with blisters.
They sprawled out on the rocks and rested their
tired bodies.
These rocks arent exactly soft, commented
Mort, but at least it is cool here away from the
sun. He rolled over, attempting to make himself
more comfortable. In shifting positions his foot
struck a stone and dislodged it. The rock began
rolling down the sloping ground, carrying with it
several smaller stones.
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What are you trying to do, Mort, start a

landslide? asked Jerry, sitting up very suddenly,
having been startled by the noise. He was about to
resume his reclining position when something
made him change his mind. He jumped up and
walked over to the spot from which the rock had
been dislodged. Come here, Mort, he called
excitedly. Look what I have found.
What? questioned Mort, reluctantly arising
and going over to his chum. All I have to say is
that whatever it is it had better be good! Just
when I was getting very comfortable you make me
get up. He paused then, and stared at the ground
where Jerry was kneeling. Wowie! he ejaculated.
You really have found something! That looks like
an entrance to a cave.
Right you are. Come here and look inside.
Waitfirst Ill turn on my flashlight and we can
see better.
The two boys knelt side by side and peered with
eager eyes into the narrow passageway.
See! exclaimed Jerry excitedly. Just at the
point where the range of our flashlight stops the
path begins to broaden out.
Yes, and the ceiling gets higher, too. It looks as
if there were plenty of room for a man to stand
erect at that point. Jerry, where do you suppose
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the cave ends?

There is no telling, but I know one way of
finding out. How about exploring it, Mort? Are you
game?
Of course! You dont think I would pass up an
opportunity like this, do you? Jerry, I have a
hunch that you and I are about to discover
something exciting. With that rock there, I doubt
that anyone else around here for years has even
known this cave existed.
You have your flashlight, too, havent you?
asked Jerry. As his friend nodded, he continued
speaking. Our eyes will get more accustomed to
the dark as we go along, but well need the lights
anyway. There may be snakes or bats around, and
I, for one, would like to see them first. Come on,
lets get going.
Jerry led the way, the beam of his flashlight
illuminating the narrow path before him. For
some distance the boys were forced to crawl on
their hands and knees, as the ceiling was low.
Judging from the rock formation, I imagine
that water used to run through here, commented
Mort. Its perfectly dry now, though, and its a
good thing it is, the way were crawling along.
I think were getting near the place where the
ceiling is higher, said Jerry. It will be a relief to
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stand up. Its sort of spooky in here.

Dont tell me youre getting nervous, scoffed
Mort. The next moment, however, he let out a yell.
Something whizzed by my ear! he called.
Now whos getting jittery? retorted Jerry,
laughing. Cheer up, old man, it was probably
only a bat who is indignant at being disturbed
after all these years. I dont mind the bats, but I
dont think I would relish seeing a snake crawl in
front of me.
Just so he crawls in front of you, and not over
you! replied Morton.
Thanks, pal. Youre a cheerful fellow, I must
say. After a moment Jerry added, as he rose
slowly to his feet, Ah! This is better. We can
stand here.
The two boys stood still for a moment, playing
the beams of their lights about the walls of the
cave. Thus far the underground passage
resembled any other cavern, although the
passageway was drier than is usually the case.
The walls of the cave were of grayish rock.
Although there was bright sunlight outside, the
boys noticed how few cracks there were through
which any light could filter. As the beams from
the flashlights played across the walls, startled
insects would suddenly fly out, their tiny wings
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whirring as they careened wildly about.

As Mort moved his light around, he saw
something which arrested his attention. He moved
closer to the spot where the light rested. Look,
Jerry, he called excitedly. Come here!
What is ita snake? gasped the other boy.
No, nothing like that, laughed Mort.
Something more interesting than snakes. See
those figures on the wall?
Jerry peered closely at the crude characters
carved in the stone. Unless I am greatly
mistaken, that is a form of hieroglyphics, Mort
explained.
Do you mean that this is a form of picture
writing used by the ancient civilizations?
Exactly! And if we knew enough about these
hieroglyphics, we could tell how long ago they
were made. Any good archaeologist probably could
determine by what ancient people these
characters were used.
Whew! Well really have something to tell that
caretaker when we come out of here. But lets go
on. Maybe well make some more interesting
discoveries.
The two boys started walking again. The
passageway became higher and wider, and soon
they were able to walk beside each other. Every
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few yards their lights would reveal more of the

strange characters on the wall. They had walked
quite a distance, and Jerry had just remarked, I
wonder where well finally wind up! when both
boys stopped short, and stared at what their
flashlights revealed.
They found themselves standing in a large
circular chamber. Jerrys question had been
answered. The passageway evidently ended in the
room, for as the boys played their lights about the
walls, they saw no other exit. Mort emitted a low
whistle as he gazed about the room. Slowly,
cautiously, their flashlights pointing the way, the
boys circled the cavern.
Look! exclaimed Jerry, almost too excited to
speak coherently. Those rocksthey have been
smoothed off and look like benches and chairs.
And see that large flat rock, commented Mort.
It must have been used as a table. See, there is
something still on the table.
Going closer to the large rock, they saw some
earthenware bowls. On several of the vessels the
boys could detect faint traces of decorative
designs. There was also a crudely-formed jug.
They probably used that for either water or
wine, said Mort.
The boys continued their tour of inspection. The
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walls were almost covered with the same strange

character writing they had noted in the
passageway. Their flashlights also revealed
numerous grotesque figures carved out of stone.
Some of these statues resembled serpents, others
were birdlike in appearance, and a few vaguely
suggested the human form.
For what purpose do you think the ancients
used these statuessimply to decorate the room?
asked Jerry.
No, indeed. I am practically positive that these
oddly-shaped stone figures are images of the
strange gods worshipped by the people. In other
words, they are really idols. Morts voice was
trembling with excitement as he added, Do you
know what I think, Jerry? I believe we have
stumbled upon a secret ceremonial chamber.
Do you mean that this is a room where the
ancients used to worship and make sacrifices to
their gods?
Yes. See that large pile of stones with the flat
top? That must have been the altar on which the
people burned their offerings.
It gives me the creeps just to think of that,
retorted Jerry, shuddering slightly. And what is
that awful looking thing behind the altar?
They stepped forward to observe the object
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more closely. This proved to be another carved

image, larger than any of the others they had
discovered. The body was that of a serpent. The
head, however, contained features resembling
those of the human being, with the exception of
two large horns protruding from the forehead.
Ugh! Thats certainly not a very pretty fellow!
commented Jerry. Did you ever see a more
horrible grin?
It was true that the mouth of the statue was
open, and the thick lips were carved as if the idol
were smiling grotesquely.
He must have been the most important of the
gods that the ancients worshipped, said Morton.
See how he towers over all the others.
The two boys stood entranced, gazing at their
strange surroundings. Each boy was imagining
the scene that had taken place in that very room
thousands of years before. They could visualize
clearly the naked savages with their painted
faces, seated in a semicircle before the altar. They
could almost feel the heat of the flames as they
rose toward the ceiling, and imagined they heard
the agonized cries of the victims of the sacrifice.
Their thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a
low, rumbling sound. Both boys jumped.
What was that? gasped Mort, turning pale.
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II dont know, answered Jerry, his teeth

chattering. It almost sounded like a drum. You
dont think there are any savages lurking around
playing tom-toms, do you?
Mort was forced to laugh at the ridiculous idea,
and the tension was broken. Youre getting your
geography mixed up, he commented. Were in
Mexico, not in the African jungles. He paused
and stood listening. There it goes again, he said,
as the rumbling noise was repeated, this time
slightly louder than the first time. Suddenly a
look of great relief came over the boys face as he
remarked, Now I know what that is! Why didnt
we think of that before? A storm has probably
blown up, and that is thunder we hear. Naturally,
it sounds different down here in this underground
room.
Youre probably right, Mort, since this is the
rainy season and storms come up very quickly.
Which reminds me, we had better start back. Its
three-thirty, and the others are calling for us at
four. Wont they be sorry they didnt come with us
when they hear of our experience?
Mort was silent a moment before answering.
Jerry, I dont think we should go around talking
about our discovery. Oh, I dont mean we cant tell
the kidsthey wont talk about it to anyone else if
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we caution them against that. What I mean,

though, is that I think we have really made an
important discoverysomething which will be of
real value to historians and students of
archaeology. In fact, I think that as soon as we
return we should report our experience to the
proper Mexican government officials.
Do you really think it is as important as all
that? asked Jerry, evidently very much
impressed. Do you mean well really be
considered heroes, like other great explorers
Columbus, Balboa, or Marco Polo, for instance?
Mort laughed. Well, perhaps well not be
considered quite in their class, but I do believe
that the government will be very grateful for our
contribution. That is, provided we are right in
assuming we are the first to discover this
ceremonial room.
Im certain we must have been the first.
Otherwise, the caretaker would have told us about
this place. Incidentally, we wont mention
anything to him about having found the cave.
No, and when we get out well try and roll the
rock back just as we found it, answered Mort.
Come on, now, we had better start back.
The boys began retracing their steps, going
more rapidly than when they had entered, since
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they were now more familiar with the ground.

Heres where the ceiling gets low again,
commented Jerry as he stooped down. From now
on well have to crawl. It should be easier than
when we came in, though, because well be
crawling toward the light.
It seems to me we should be seeing the opening
of the cave already. Do you see it? anxiously
inquired Mort.
No, I dont see a glimmer of light as yet. Maybe
were still too far away, answered Jerry.
The two boys crawled on in silence. Finally
Mort burst out, Jerry, Im worried. We must be
almost to the end of the passage. Why dont we see
the opening of the cave?
Maybe its stormy outside as you mentioned
before, and it is too dark to permit much light to
come in at the entrance. Besides, we couldnt
possibly be lost, since there isnt any other
passageway. You know were headed in the right
direction. So theres nothing to worry about, said
Jerry reassuringly.
Just the same, I cant help worrying. Even
though it is cloudy outside there should be a faint
glimmer of light at the entrance, and Mort peered
anxiously ahead.
Jerry did not reply. A moment later, however,
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he exclaimed, Ouch!
Whats the matter? called out Morton in a
startled voice.
I hit my head against the wall, replied Jerry,
rubbing his forehead.
Oh, is that all? answered his friend, greatly
relieved. Well, go on. Dont just sit there rubbing
your head. We have to get out of here, or Bev and
Jim will be looking for us. Then, as Jerry still did
not move, Mort said impatiently, Come on,
fellow! What is the matter with you?
Jerrys voice sounded dazed as he replied, I
dont knowI cant go on. Theres a wall in front
of me!
A wall! gasped Mort. How can there be a wall
in front of you? Waitlet me have a look.
Crawling almost on top of Jerry, he stretched out
his hands. Instead of empty space, which he had
hoped to find, his hands encountered solid rock.
Taking his flashlight, he played the beam around
them. At last the boys saw what was obstructing
the passageway. Piles of rock, mingled with large
clots of earth, had completely filled up the
entrance to the cave.
Whats happened? cried Jerry, completely
bewildered. The openingits not there
anymore!
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No, answered Mort, somewhat dazed. Its all

filled up with rocks and dirt. That rumbling sound
we heard while in the ceremonial chamberthat
wasnt thunder at all. It must have been these
rocks fallingsome sort of a landslide.
But how are we going to get out? asked Jerry.
He started frantically pushing at the rocks but
quickly gave up the effort. There was too large a
pile, and it was impossible to budge it an inch.
Well never be able to dig our way through that
mess, he said in despair. Mort, what are we
going to do?
Mort slowly shook his head. When he replied,
his voice sounded very queeras if he were
talking in his sleep. I dont know, Jerry. As far as
I can tell, the way we came in is the only way out.
And now, that exit is entirely blocked. Jerry, Im
very much afraid we are buried alive!

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CHAPTER XII
A QUARREL
So this is the famous market place of Toluca!
Well, it is colorful, to say the least.
Is that a polite way of saying it is dirty, Babs?
asked Bob, gazing up the narrow, crowded streets.
In every available corner were unkempt natives
calling out their wares. Many squatted on the
ground, and it was practically necessary to step
over them in order to pass by. A large canvas
overhead was supposed to shield the customers
from the rays of the sun. In reality, it seemed to
catch the waves of heat rising from the perspiring
mass of people below. There was something
stifling about the atmosphere which made it
difficult for Barbara Ann and Bob to catch their
breath.
It certainly doesnt smell very nice, admitted
Barbara Ann, and did you ever see such
unappetizing-looking concoctions? she added, as
she observed some sticky sweetmeats several
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small urchins were speedily devouring.

Great numbers of grimy Mexican children were
roaming happily about the market place, their
parents too occupied with selling their
merchandise to heed their actions. Stray, lean
dogs were constantly underfoot, eagerly snatching
up discarded bits of food. Flies swarmed
everywhere.
I dont believe I would be very tempted to buy
anything here, said Barbara Ann. She had to
raise her voice to be heard above the din of the
market place.
Well have to bring something back, said Bob.
We said one of the reasons we were anxious to
come here was to purchase some souvenirs. If we
return empty-handed the others will have a good
laugh at our expense.
We could look for a serape. I dont want to go
back home without one.
You should be able to find a pretty one here,
Babs. There is such a large variety from which to
choose. Come, lets walk around and see what we
can find. Clasping Barbaras hand, Bob began to
steer her through the crowd.
The purchase of the serape took a great deal of
time. Barbara Ann was very particular. She
wanted to be certain that the one she chose was
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the prettiest she could find at the price she wished

to pay. They walked in and out of the little stalls
while the eager merchants tried to persuade the
young seorita that their serapes were muy
bonita. Barbara shook her head and walked away
from one after another. Finally, in almost the last
booth on the street she found her serape. Its
unusual pattern and coloring caught her eye at
once.
Cunto? she demanded of the young boy who
was tending the booth. She pointed to the serape
of her choice.
After some discussion as to pricethe Mexican
shopkeepers always ask more at first from the
Americans than they expect to receivethe
purchase was completed. Then Bob caught sight of
a beautiful woolen blanket.
Mother would like that, he remarked. In very
cold weather she complains that her feet never are
warm enough during the night. If she tucked that
blanket around her feet I dont think she would do
any more complaining.
Some straw pictures next attracted their
attention. They were delighted with the artistic
way in which the tiny bits of colored straw had
been pieced together to form various scenes.
Can you imagine anyone having the patience
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to make one of these pictures? asked Barbara

Ann.
Mexicans dont seem to mind doing slow work,
replied Bob. We Americans are the ones who like
speed.
Bob and Barbara Ann each selected several of
the pictures, and also bought a few other
souvenirs. Then, their arms laden with parcels,
they bade the young Mexican Adios.
Hasta la vista, he replied, smiling broadly.
Now what shall we do? asked Barbara Ann.
Its still too early to call for the others.
I know what were going to do before we do
anything else, replied Bob, and that is get rid of
these bundles. This blanket and serape are not
exactly light.
Dont tell me that a great big, strong man like
you objects to a few small bundles! exclaimed the
young girl, pretending great surprise. Dear me,
Bob, Im afraid you are going soft! You will have to
do some hard training before the football season
begins.
Carrying bundles isnt exactly the right kind of
training for football. The only thing you have to
carry in that game is the old pigskin. Lets put
these packages in the car, and not another word
from you, young lady, or Ill show you whether I
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need training. Im still strong enough to give you a

good spanking.
Barbara attempted to look very indignant but
could not refrain from laughing. With the
slightest encouragement you probably would do
it, she remarked. Therefore, I think I will keep
quiet.
Having deposited the parcels in the car, Bob
said, Lets take a walk around the town. We
havent seen anything but the market place as
yet.
There probably isnt much more to see, but lets
walk around, anyway. Just seeing the people will
be interesting.
Barbara Ann was right when she assumed that
there wasnt anything of much importance in the
little town. It had the usual town square, several
churches, a school, and all the typical village
shops. Its only claim to distinction was the market
place.
The young people had just rounded a corner
and were about to return to their car, when
Barbara Ann suddenly stood still. Her eyes were
glued to the backs of two men who were walking
in front of them.
Whats the matter, Babs? demanded Bob.
Why are you standing there like that, staring
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ahead?
Barbaras voice was not quite steady as she
replied, Bobthose two men walking ahead
dont you recognize them?
No. How would I know them? First of all, I
cant see their faces. Looking more closely at the
figures, Bob added, Waitthere is something
vaguely familiar about the backs of those men.
Of course there is, impatiently answered
Barbara Ann. Thats Gordon Stedman and
Marios and Consuelos father!
Jiminy Crickets! I believe youre right. Come
on, lets catch up with them and say Hello. The
boy started to hasten his steps, but the young girl
shook her head.
No, Bob, she said, speaking softly. I may be
wrong, but I have a hunch that those men would
not be very happy to see us.
Why not, Babs? asked the lad in amazement.
First of all, she replied, they appear rather
excited about something. See how they are
gesticulating when they talk, and their voices
sound angry.
Yes, I can notice that from here. But even if
they are angry about something, what does that
have to do with their not wanting to see us?
Have you forgotten that Gordon Stedman
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claimed that he didnt know the boys father? He

said that the day we saw them together was the
first and only time he had met the man.
Thats true. We thought that was rather queer,
since Mario had called him by name. They seem to
know each other well enough now, the way they
are talking. Bob appeared thoughtful. Maybe
you are right, Babs. Perhaps they would not care
to see us, or rather they might not like the idea of
our having seen them.
Thats exactly what I think. Of course, they
could have met here in Toluca by chance, but that
isnt very likely. There arent any oil fields here,
and Im certain Mr. Stedman wouldnt be coming
here to the market. What Mr. Stedman does is no
concern of ours, but I cant quite understand why
he pretended he wasnt acquainted with that
man. Barbara Ann slowly shook her head in
puzzled fashion.
Ohoh! exclaimed Bob. They are stopping at
this corner. Look, theyre turning around and are
coming back this way.
Quick! Lets duck in here, cried the girl,
dragging Bob after her as she darted into a small
doorway. Well turn our backs when they pass,
and maybe they wont notice us.
Indeed, the men were far too engrossed in their
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argument to recognize the young boy and girl,

who, their backs turned toward the street,
appeared to be looking at something in the shop
window. The high-pitched, angry voices floated
back to Bob and Barbara Ann, and, although the
men were speaking in Spanish, Bob was able to
understand an occasional word or two.
It sounds to me as if Gordon Stedman wants
Marios and Consuelos father to leave Toluca,
said Bob, and he doesnt want to leave.
Now, why would Mr. Stedman want him to
leave? Did he want to give him a job somewhere?
Bob shrugged his shoulders. It is all a great
puzzle but, as you said before, I guess its none of
our business.
Suddenly Barbara Anns face brightened. Bob,
I just thought of something. If Marios and
Consuelos father is here, the boys must be here,
also. Come on, lets follow them and see where
they go. Then, maybe well be able to find the
boys. However, we wont let on that we have seen
Gordon Stedman here.
Thats a great idea! Well have to hurry,
though. They are pretty far away already.
The boy and girl hastened after the retreating
pair. Unfortunately, the men directed their steps
toward the market place. There, amidst the
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throngs of people, they disappeared entirely from

sight.
Oh, dear! exclaimed Barbara Ann. Im afraid
we cant find them. She and Bob had trudged up
and down the crowded streets without getting
another glimpse of the men they sought.
No, I guess we might as well give up the idea
of finding Mario and Consuelo. He glanced at his
watch. Well have to be starting back now if we
want to be at that signpost by four oclock.
As they sped along the highway, neither Bob
nor Barbara Ann said any more about the strange
encounter. Just before they arrived at their
destination, however, the young girl remarked, I
dont believe we had better mention to anyone
that we saw those two men. I dont exactly know
why, but somehow I feel the less said about the
incident the better.
I thoroughly agree with you, Babs, replied
young Allen, as he brought the car to a stop.

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CHAPTER XIII
THE IDOL
When Mort uttered the words buried alive,
Jerry simply started back at him, his eyes wide
with fear. For once the boy was at a loss for words.
After all, what was there he could say? The truth
of Mortons statement was evident. There was
only one entrance to the cave, and it was
completely sealed up. Even if the boys had tools
with which to dig their way out, it would take
days to accomplish, and they would be too weak
without food and water.
Do you think if we would try shouting that
anyone could hear us? asked Jerry, knowing very
well what the answer would be.
The other boy shook his head. Not a chance.
This underground passage is perfectly soundproof.
Im afraid were in a pretty tough spot, pal.
Tough is no name for it, ruefully agreed Jerry.
Maybe, though, when the kids discover we are
missing theyll start looking for us. They might
just stumble on this cave.
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Sorry to blast your hopes, answered Mort.

Even if they did see the large pile of stones
brought down by the landslide, how would they
ever guess there was a cave in back of it? No one
could tell them that, because it is evident that no
one knew this place existed before we discovered
it.
I suppose you are right, agreed Jerry. But
what do you think we should do? I, for one, dont
relish the thought of being buried alive.
Nor do I. Our only chance of escaping such a
fate is to find another way out of the cave. I
suggest that we go back to the ceremonial
chamber and see whether we may have
overlooked another exit.
Its a slim chance but worth trying, answered
the young boy. Come on. We had better get
started before our flashlight batteries go dead.
I have been thinking about that, said Morton.
If only we could find some wood we could make a
fire, and that would give us some light.
Any wood that the ancients may have had
down here centuries ago has rotted by now. So
well have to rely on our flashlights, which means
that we had better not waste any more time.
As the boys hurried along the passageway they
flashed their lights up and down the sides of the
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cave, hoping to see an opening which had

previously escaped their notice. Their efforts were
of no avail, however. The walls were solid. Back
inside the chamber they slowly circled the room.
Their search was thorough but fruitless. The boys
even pushed against the wall in several places,
hoping that there might be a hidden doorway
which would yield to pressure. Only solid rock met
their bodies. Although the cave was cool, when
they had finished their tour of the room
perspiration dripped from their faces. The boys
sank down wearily on one of the stone benches,
almost exhausted from their search.
Well, said Mort, wiping his face, it looks
pretty hopeless.
Jerry glanced at his friends troubled face. Poor
old Mort! he thought. Theres no use in letting
him know I agree with him. Ill try and cheer him
up a bit. Aloud Jerry remarked, Youre just
tired. Youll feel better after we rest a few
minutes. Then well start looking around again. I
refuse to be buried alive. Just think of all the fun
we would miss, not being able to report our
discovery to the government! Its not every day we
have a chance to pose as heroes, and were not
going to give up the opportunity.
Im afraid before were through well regret
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ever having found this secret chamber, answered

Mort.
With such a bright and cheerful countenance
as yours, retorted Jerry, we dont need any other
light. Turning out his flashlight, the boy added,
You might as well turn yours off, too, and save
the battery.
Mort complied with his friends suggestion.
You didnt notice any wood around, did you,
Jerry? he asked.
No. But its probably just as well. If we made a
fire, we would fill the whole room with smoke and
would have a hard time breathing. This air in
here is rather heavy, anyway.
The two boys sat quietly in total darkness for
several minutes. Finally, Mort broke the silence.
Jerry, he said, I have been thinking about your
remark concerning smoke filling up this room. I
have been wondering what the ancients did to
overcome that difficulty. We can see from that
altar that they used to light fires for their
sacrifices.
Say, Mortnow theres something to work on.
There must have been some opening through
which the smoke escaped. Lighting his flashlight,
the boy added, Lets have a look at that altar.
Both boys jumped up immediately. They didnt
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look at each other for fear of revealing their

eagerness. They did not want to raise false hopes
only to be disappointed again. Very carefully they
examined the altar. Then they climbed upon it
and held their lights near the ceiling. There was
no sign of any openingnot even a crack between
the stones.
Thats that! exclaimed Mort, jumping down.
The ancients must have been fire-eaters or else
just choked over the smoke, for there certainly is
no way it could have escaped.
Jerry shook his head. I cant figure it out. They
certainly werent that foolish to build this
ceremonial court and not provide any outlet for
the smoke. He glanced at the huge idol behind
the altar. He wrinkled up his face in disgust. I
dont like the looks of that old boy! I could swear
he is laughing at us. Going up to the distasteful
object, Jerry shook his fist in the ugly face. Well
get out of here some way, youll see! he shouted.
And to further relieve his feelings, he gave the
idol a vigorous kick.
Watching him, Mort was about to make some
remark when he noticed a very peculiar
expression on his friends face. Whats the
matter? he cried.
For a moment Jerry did not reply. He seemed
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engrossed in his own thoughts. Then, shaking

himself as if awaking from a dream, the boy
spoke, his voice shrill with excitement. Mort,
when I kicked that statue it moved!
It moved? You must be imagining things. How
could just a kick make a big solid mass of rock like
that move?
Im not dreaming! I tell you it moved. SeeIll
do it again. And once more Jerry swung his foot
against the idol. This time even Mort saw the
statue sway slightly.
Youre right, he cried. It did movebut how?
I dont understand.
But Jerry was jumping up and down excitedly.
Ive got it, Mort, Ive got it! That open mouth.
Dont you see? The smokethats where it goes
into the mouth. The old boy must be hollow.
Mort was still puzzled. He was not as quick to
jump to conclusions as Jerry, but more thorough
in working out any problem. It must be hollow,
all right, otherwise we could never budge it. And
the way it is placed, the smoke would very likely
enter the mouth. What I cant quite understand,
though, is what good that would do? The smoke
would just circulate through the hollow body and
then just pour out of the mouth again.
Jerry looked crestfallen. Thats true, he
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admitted. The smoke problem wouldnt be solved

that way. Probably the high priests used that
little device to make the people think the idol was
belching out fire.
And yet, persisted Morton, just as you said, it
doesnt seem possible that they didnt have some
outlet for the smoke. Lets look in back of the old
fellow and see whether we find any cracks in the
wall.
They tried walking around, but couldnt get
very far. Hes too close to the wall, said Mort.
Theres not enough room to get behind. He
stooped and tried to see in back of the statue. It
doesnt look as if there were any opening, but I
cant see very well.
Maybe we could push old ugly face forward
enough to get a better view of the wall in back of
him, suggested Jerry.
Its worth trying, although that will be quite a
job. WaitIll walk around to the other side, and
then well try and move it. Now then, called Mort
when he reached the other side. When I count
three, well give a mighty heave.
The boys leaned their shoulders against the
stone structure and pushed with all their
strength. Their effort proved disappointing.
Although they felt the statue totter slightly on its
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base, it didnt budge an inch.

Whew! exclaimed Jerry, as, gasping for
breath, he leaned against the side of the idol. The
old fellow may be hollow, but hes still far from
light.
Do you want to try again? called Mort from
the other side.
Yes, just as soon as I catch my breath,
answered Jerry, resting his back against the idol.
After a moment, he called out, I just discovered
that our friend here has a tail. Its wound around
his body, and the end of it is almost sticking in my
face. Reaching up, Jerry rested his hand on the
knoblike formation which represented the tail. Id
like to give it a yank, he added.
Go ahead, called Mort. You always were good
at pulling tails. Suddenly a grating sound
reached his ears, then a crash, as if something
had fallen. Jerry, he called in a frightened voice.
Whats the matter? Did you fall? Are you hurt?
Mort was already halfway around the statue
when he heard a voice call, Come here quickly!
It was Jerrys voice, but it sounded strangely
muffled, as if it were coming from a great
distance. When Mort arrived at the other side of
the statue his knees were shaking so much that
he could hardly stand. He looked around. There
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was no sign of Jerry anywhere. He had completely

disappeared.
Where are you? cried Mort, his voice
trembling with anxiety.
Right here, came the reply in the same faraway voice. Then, Mort heard the words, Inside
the idol.
Inside the idol! gasped Mort. Then, for the
first time, he noticed a strange sight. On the side
of the stone image where he had left Jerry there
was a gaping hole. What had happened? When he
had been there a few minutes before, the side of
the idol had been intacta solid wall of stone.
Morton stepped over to the opening. Examining
the open space more closely, he saw, to his
amazement, that it was in reality a small
doorway. Mort gave an exclamation of surprise.
The door, which had been so carefully designed so
as not to be visible from the outside, had slid to
one side, revealing the opening. In spite of his
excitement, Mort found himself paying silent
tribute to the intelligence and skill of the ancient
people who had designed such a clever hidden
doorway.
Come on down, Mort, called Jerry, only be
careful and dont fall down, like I did.
Mort started to ask how to get down when, for
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the first time, his flashlight revealed a short flight

of steps leading from the doorway down into the
statue. Very cautiously the boy climbed through
the doorway and down the stairs.
Youre almost down at the bottom now, said
Jerry, grabbing hold of his friends hand and
guiding him to safety.
But where are we? asked Mort in
bewilderment, as he attempted to see where he
was standing.
Right now I should say we are in the base of
old ugly face. But if I dont miss my guess, we
wont be here very long. See, there is a narrow
passageway leading away from here, replied
Jerry moving ahead.
Wait just a minute, cried Mort, still rather
dazed. Tell me what happened. How did you
discover the doorway?
I literally fell into it. When, for no good reason
at all, I gave the old fellows tail a yank, suddenly
I felt something moving under my hand. Before I
realized what was happening, part of the side of
the statue where I had been leaning opened up,
and there I was, resting against nothing at all. I
lost my balance, fell over backwards into the
doorway, and down the stairs. Jerry winced as he
felt the back of his head. Ill have several
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souvenirs of our expedition in the way of bumps

and bruises. That is, theyll be souvenirs if we
manage to get out of here alive. Come on, Mort,
lets see where this passage leads.
The two boys crept slowly through the narrow,
winding passageway. They had to stoop as the
ceiling was too low for them to stand erect. They
walked single file, for there was room for only one
person to pass between the narrow walls. They
moved on without saying a word. Both boys were
afraid to voice their hope that the passageway
would prove to be the other exit they had been
seeking. Suppose it proved to be a blind alley, and
ended in a blank wall I Each shuddered at the
thought of what might happen if they had to face
another disappointment.
Ohoh, called Jerry over his shoulder, as his
light began to nicker. My flashlight bulb has
burned out. He stood perfectly still, not daring to
move. Now what shall I do? I cant see a foot
ahead of me. Its pitch dark.
Here, take mine, said Mort, handing Jerry his
flashlight. Mine is still burning, although I dont
know how long it will last. Since youre leading,
you need it more than I do. Ill just hold onto your
belt, and then we wont get separated.
All right, agreed Jerry. But lets walk as fast
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as possible before your light goes out, too.

However, walking fast was an impossibility.
The path seemed to be growing more winding and
getting gradually steeper. The ceiling became
lower, too, and once more they found it necessary
to crawl along on their hands and knees.
Im afraid your light isnt going to last much
longer, said Jerry. It is getting dimmer.
A few feet further on, Jerrys prediction came
true. The light went out. The boys found
themselves in total darkness.
I have a few matches that will give us some
light for awhile, Mort.
I have a small box of matches, too. Well take
turns lighting them and hope for the best.
Mort had burned his first match, and Jerry was
about to strike one of his when he hesitated a
moment, peering ahead into the darkness. Mort,
he called out, Im not certainmaybe its a
miragebut I think I see a faint glimmer of light
ahead.
When the boys crawled on a few feet further
they found to their delight that the glimmer of
light was a reality. It was coming from a small
opening about a hundred feet ahead. Still on their
hands and knees the boys almost flew over the
remaining distance. Although smaller than the
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hole through which they had entered the

underground passageway, the boys were able to
wriggle through the opening with little difficulty.
Look! cried Jerry, pointing below. Were quite
high up on the hill. See, down below there where
all those rocks are, is the place where we went
into the cave.
Yes. And look at those people wandering
around below. Dont you recognize them? asked
Mort excitedly. Thats Beverly and Jim over
there. And, oh yesthere are Babs and Bob. And
there are two or three other people with them
whom I cant recognize.
Theyre probably searching for us. Lets stand
over there on that big rock and yell to them.
The boys gave forth a hearty whoop which could
be heard over most of the valley. All the young
people raised their eyes at the sound, and great
was the excitement when they saw their lost
companions.
When, having dashed down the hillside, Mort
and Jerry were reunited with their friends, they
were bombarded with questions. However, they
refused to make any statement, promising to tell
the whole story on the way home. Eager as they
were to hear the details of the boys adventure, all
agreed that since it was so late they had better
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not delay any longer. Thanking the strangers, who

had kindly volunteered to help them in their
search for the lost boys, the little party started
homeward.
Even Mort and Jerry were satisfied at the way
in which the recital of their strange experiences
was received. Their friends were simply
astounded at the story. When they realized the
terrible danger in which the boys had been, they
all became grave.
Just thinkif you hadnt found that secret
passageway we might never have seen you again!
Beverly was almost crying as she spoke.
I guess I can thank my lazy habit of always
leaning against something for saving our lives,
laughingly replied Jerry. Anyway, we discovered
how the ancients solved the smoke problem.
You discovered a great deal more than that, I
should say, remarked Bob. Something tells me
that when you report your discovery to the proper
officials, they will be very grateful.
Perhaps, replied Mort. Right now Im too
tired to care what they think.
Im a little tired, myself, said Jerry, wearily
resting his bruised head against the cushions.
Anyway, Ill bet old ugly face isnt laughing at us
anymore.
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CHAPTER XIV
THE PHOTOGRAPH
Homeward bound! Are you happy at the
thought? asked Mr. Wilson as he placed the last
grip into the trunk of his car.
It will be nice to get home and see our families
and friends, but Mexico has been such fun that I
dont like to think of leaving. Beverly appeared
quite crestfallen as she spoke.
You people will just have to make up your
minds to come to visit me next summer. Then we
can manage to take a trip over to Mexico for a few
days.
That would be great, Mr. Stedman, agreed
Barbara Ann enthusiastically.
Jonathan Stedman smiled. That was the
luckiest accident I ever had when you ran into me,
young lady. However, the next time might not be
as fortunate. To prevent any possibility of your
taking the wheel, I suggest that you and Beverly
ride with me all the way back to Tamazunchale.
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You two young ladies would be good company for a

lonely old man.
That is a good idea, answered Ellen Wilson,
quick to perceive the longing in the mans eyes.
You lead the way, since you are most familiar
with the road. Then Dad and I will follow in our
car, and the four boys will bring up the rear. Is
that satisfactory to everyone?
Approval of the arrangement was expressed by
all. It had been agreed upon that the entire party
would travel home together. Mr. Wilson had
written on ahead for reservations at Camp
Maana in Tamazunchale. Since they had found
the little town very interesting, they had decided
to spend an extra day there.
Seor Sweizer will be happy to see you again,
Mr. Stedman, commented Barbara. He spoke
very highly of you when we were there.
Yes, I believe he likes me, and the feeling is
mutual. Sweizer is a fine chap, and his wife is a
splendid woman. They have worked hard, and
deserve to be well patronized.
At that moment Bob Allen walked over. Were
all packed and ready to start. How about the rest
of you?
Were ready, called out Barbaras father.
Shall we get started, Jonathan?
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We have a long trip ahead of us so the sooner

we leave the better. Jump in, girls.
Now remember, boys, admonished Mrs.
Wilson as she climbed into the front seat of her
car. Stay close behind us and dont get
separated.
We wont, promised Jimmy, and the four boys
deposited themselves in Susabella.
The three cars started off. Mr. Stedman
appeared very contented as he sat between the
girls in the back seat of his large car. At first no
one spoke. Beverly and Barbara Ann were gazing
out of the window, taking a last look at Mexico
City. The elderly gentleman seemed to be occupied
with his own thoughts.
Finally Beverly broke the silence. It really is
hard to say good-by to Mexico City, she
remarked. The city seems to grow on you, and I
am really sorry to leave.
It seems only yesterday that we arrived, and
yet, in another way it feels as if we had been
living in Mexico for years. I suppose that is
because we did so many things during our stay,
said Barbara Ann.
You didnt miss out on many things, agreed
Mr. Stedman. Your two friends even managed to
get their names in the paper and had medals
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pinned on them for their discovery of the hidden

ceremonial chamber.
Yes, wasnt that wonderful of Mort and Jerry?
asked
Barbara
enthusiastically.
The
Archaeological Society are going to write them up
in their journal. They are real heroes, and we can
be proud of them.
Most of all, we can be thankful they managed
to get out of that underground passage alive,
remarked Beverly.
Yes, agreed the elderly gentleman, they
might have completely disappeared and no one
would ever know what had happened to them. I
know how terrible such a situation can bethe
horrible anxiety, and the constant search, hoping
that some day you will find the person you seek.
Beverly and Barbara looked at each other, their
eyes filled with sympathy for their companion.
They well knew that Mr. Stedman was thinking of
his lost grandchild. They tried to direct the
conversation along more cheerful lines, but the
man appeared to want to speak of the child.
I suppose, Beverly and Barbara, you have
heard the story of the disappearance of my
granddaughter. As the girls nodded, he continued
speaking, his voice gruff with emotion. That child
was the dearest thing in life to me. Perhaps I
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loved her too much, and that was why she was
taken from me. And yet, I cannot believe I shall
never again see her. She was such a lovely child!
Her golden curls were as soft as silk, and her eyes
were the brightest blue I have ever seen. She was
just as sweet as she was pretty. In fact, everyone
who saw her fell in love with her.
You have no idea what happened to her?
asked Barbara.
Mr. Stedman shook his head. People try to tell
me she wandered into the water and was
drowned. I dont believe that, vehemently
exclaimed the man. Little Barbara had been told
many times that she should not go near the
waters edge. She was an obedient child, and I
dont think she would have willfully disobeyed.
Besides, they never found any trace of her body in
the water.
Then perhaps you are right, Mr. Stedman, and
you will find Barbara again. Barbara Ann patted
the mans hand reassuringly.
But how would you know your granddaughter
if you did find her? asked Beverly. When you
last saw her she was just a baby, and by now she
is as old as we are.
I sometimes worry about that, but then I feel
that something inside of me would help me to
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recognize my granddaughter. Besides, I have

never seen anyone else with such brilliant blue
eyes as she had.
The girls once again turned their attention to
the highway along which they were speeding.
They had begun to descend the mountains, and
the view of the valley below was very beautiful.
I am glad your chauffeur is such a careful
driver, remarked Beverly. Some of these hairpin
curves are really breath-taking.
Yes, Reynolds is an excellent driver. He knows
every inch of this road perfectly so you young
ladies can just sit back and relax.
I hope Dad and Bob are careful, said Barbara
Ann, peering anxiously out of the rear window. I
cant see them because these curves keep hiding
them from view.
They didnt have any trouble going through the
mountains on the way to Mexico City, said
Beverly. Besides, they are both good drivers, so
dont worry, Babs.
I am getting as bad as Mother, laughed
Barbara Ann as she turned around and once more
settled herself comfortably.
It was still early in the afternoon when the
three cars pulled into the courtyard of Camp
Maana.
The
occupants
were
greeted
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enthusiastically by Seor and Seora Sweizer.

The latter hurried off immediately to prepare
some special delicacies for the welcome guests.
After the luggage had been distributed to the
respective rooms, and the travelers had washed
their dusty faces, the young people decided to
explore the interesting little town.
It isnt as romantic-looking in the daylight,
remarked Beverly. You can see the dirt too
plainly.
Did you ever see such unappetizing-looking
meat? asked Barbara Ann as she gazed at the
dark, fly-covered strips of meat hanging from the
ceiling of a butcher shop.
Remind me not to eat any more meat while in
Mexico, said Jerry, making a wry face.
Youll probably change your mind this evening
when you sit down to dinner. Mamma Sweizer is a
mighty good cook. Just wait until you taste her
meat balls! Yum! Yum! said Beverly, smacking
her lips with great relish.
If we dont get back soon we wont even get
bread and water, said Bob, glancing at his watch.
Do you fellows know that it is almost six?
I should say we had better start back, retorted
Mort. It will probably take these girls an hour to
dress for dinner.
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We wont even bother to answer that rude

remark, answered Beverly, linking her arm
through her chums. Come on, Babs, well pretend
were not walking with those horrid boys!
*
*
*
*
The last time we sat on this verandah the rain
was falling in torrents. It doesnt look much like
rain now, said Barbara Ann, glancing up at the
sky. The stars are certainly bright.
I like those banana trees, said Jerry. What
could be nicer than being able to stretch out your
arm and pick a banana whenever you are hungry?
Now, if only there were a cow with an automatic
milker attached standing next to that tree,
everything would be perfect. Then I could have
bananas and cream whenever I wanted them.
Everybody laughed at Jerrys remark. Barbara
Ann attempted, without much success, to express
disapproval. Jerry Drake, how you can talk about
food after that meal you just consumed is beyond
understanding. I refuse to listen to your
conversation any longer. She arose and walked
toward the door. Mr. Stedman, have you ever
seen Seor Sweizers photographs? As the man
replied in the negative, she added, Then you have
a treat in store for youthat is, if Seor Sweizer
will be kind enough to get them out.
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Seor Sweizer was not only willing but eager to

display the pictures. Mrs. Sweizer remarked,
Ach! Miss Barbara, you are friend of my husband
for life! Anyone who ask to see his snapshots, he
think him very nice.
But they are such interesting pictures. I should
think everyone would enjoy looking at them. Boys,
you havent seen the photographs before. Wont
you join us inside?
Beverly, too, decided to have a second look, and
the little group was soon engrossed in examining
the photographs. Barbara Ann found them even
more entertaining than upon her first
acquaintance with the pictures as she now
recognized many of the scenes photographed.
Every few minutes she would cry out, Why, we
were there! Dont you remember that market
place, boys? Or, as they turned to another
picture, Thats Churubusco Convent where I fell
up the stairs and skinned my knee.
Mr. Stedman, of course, was familiar with the
locale of all the more recently photographed
scenes. Some of the earlier pictures he found
puzzling and had to question Seor Sweizer as to
their location.
The four boys, who were all interested in
amateur photography, began to discuss the more
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technical photographic aspects of the pictures.

Soon the two older men joined in the discussion.
Barbara Ann and Beverly, who knew very little
about the fine points of photography, did not
attempt to take any part in the conversation.
Instead, they began rather rapidly to examine the
remaining snapshots.
When they had reached almost the bottom of
the pile, Barbara Ann glanced at a picture, started
to put it down, then, changing her mind, picked it
up again. She carefully scrutinized the snapshot,
a puzzled frown on her attractive face. Suddenly
the frown disappeared, and her gray eyes
sparkled brightly. Now I know who she is! she
cried.
Her friend gazed at her, bewildered by the
unexpected outburst. What are you talking
about, Babs? inquired Beverly.
This Mexican woman here in this picture.
See? replied the young girl, her cheeks flushed
with excitement as she pointed to the peasant
woman in the photograph. No wonder I couldnt
remember seeing the little scar at the corner of
her mouth. It doesnt show in this picture because
her face is almost covered with her shawl. Her
eyes show plainly enough, though, and I am
certain its she.
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Stop talking in riddles, Babs, said Jerry

impatiently. Try to talk English for a change. In
other words, speak so you can be understood.
Its all very simple, answered Barbara Ann,
making an effort to speak slowly, and choosing
her words carefully. I saw this picture the last
time we were here. I particularly noticed the
woman because of her beautiful eyes. Then, some
time later I saw a woman whom I seemed to
vaguely remember having seen before, because
her eyes looked very familiar. However, the
woman had a scar in one corner of her mouth, and
I couldnt remember ever having seen that on
anyone. It had me puzzled. Now I know that the
Mexican woman in the picture and the woman I
met are the same. Bob, look and see whether I am
not correct in thinking this woman is Marios and
Consuelos mother.
Marios and Consuelos mother! exclaimed
Bob. It does look like a picture of her, but since I
only saw her that one day for a very few minutes,
I cant be positive.
At that moment Jonathan Stedman, who had
been studying an excellent picture of the Shrine of
Guadalupe, sauntered over to the group of boys
and girls. Now, what is all the excitement about?
he asked, an expression of amusement on his face.
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May I see the picture that put those roses in Miss

Barbaras cheeks?
Silently the girl handed over the photograph.
As he looked at the picture, a great change came
over Jonathan Stedman. All of the color seemed to
have drained out of the mans face, leaving it a
chalky white. His hand began to tremble so badly
that he could scarcely hold the picture. He sank
down on a chair, and his voice wavered as he
spoke. Did you take this picture, Seor Sweizer?
But, yes, certainly, answered their host. I
took the picture right here in Tamazunchale
thirteen years ago. I have the date written on the
back.
Quick! Let me see! panted the old man, as
Seor Sweizer turned the photograph on the other
side. August 12th, 1927, he read aloud.
But what is wrong, Stedman? asked Seor
Sweizer. You seem very disturbed. Arent you
feeling well?
For a moment the elderly gentleman did not
answer, but simply gazed intently at the
photograph in his hand. Finally, he looked up, a
rapt expression on his face. I knew it! I was right
all along! he exclaimed. She was not drowned.
That child, that little girlshe is my
granddaughter!
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CHAPTER XV
SUSPICION!
The room grew strangely silent after the
startling announcement of Jonathan Stedman.
The words She is my granddaughter seemed to
echo and re-echo throughout the room.
Momentarily everyone was too surprised to speak.
When they finally recovered from the shock, all
the young people began talking at once. Seor
Sweizer was plied with questions. How long had
the family with the little girl stayed in
Tamazunchale? Where had they gone after they
left the town? What kind of work did the
womans husband do?
Their host was able to answer very few of the
questions. He repeated several times what little
he knew about the queer family. Where they had
gone he had not the slightest idea.
But we know where they are! cried Barbara
Ann. Or rather, I should say where they were.
What do you mean? asked Mr. Stedman
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rather sharply.
I am certain the woman with little Barbara is
the mother of Mario and Consuelo, replied the
young girl. We saw her in Mexico City.
Unfortunately, the family is not there now,
said Bob. At least, when we went to call for the
boys we discovered that they had suddenly moved
and none of the neighbors knew where they had
gone. It all seemed very odd.
Yes, continued Barbara. We could never
quite understand why they had agreed to allow
the boys to act as our guides and then vanished
without leaving any word for us.
You say you are positive that this woman in
this picture is the one you saw in Mexico City?
asked Mr. Stedman, his voice sounding tense and
strained. As Barbara nodded, he added, Then we
must find her at once. She may know what has
become of my grandchild.
These words seemed to have a peculiar effect
upon Barbara Ann. Her face flushed and her eyes
began to flash with excitement. Bob! she cried,
that lovely blonde girlthe one who opened the
door for usConchita they called hershe must
be little Barbara, only grown up.
Bob seemed bewildered. Conchita? But the
boys said she was their cousin. And she couldnt
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even speak English.

Of course not! retorted Barbara Ann, speaking
with more assurance. The child was only three
when she disappeared. If she has been with that
Mexican family all these years, she has learned
and spoken only their language. As for the boys
saying that she is their cousin, they probably
really believe that she is. You must remember
that she lived with Marios and Consuelos father
and mother before the boys were born. They would
have no reason to doubt the story their parents
told them about the little girl.
Jonathan Stedman seemed to hang on every
word spoken by Barbara Ann. The young girl
tell me, did she have blue eyes?
Yes, answered Barbara. Her eyes were such a
brilliant
blue
color
you
noticed
them
immediately.
And her hair you say was blonde? As the
young girl assured him it was, the face of the
elderly man became almost transfixed with joy.
My little Barbara! he murmured. I can hardly
believe it is trueafter all these years I have
found her!
Although Bob greatly disliked the task of
dashing the hopes of Jonathan Stedman, he
thought it wise to remind the man that the girl
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was not yet found. You remember we told you the

family disappeared? he remarked.
But Mr. Stedman refused to be discouraged.
Now that I know my Barbara is alive, Ill find her
wherever they have hidden her, he said, his face
grim with determination.
An idea occurred to Bob. I just thought of
something. Babs, remember that day we went to
Toluca?
The girl knew immediately the instance to
which her friend was referring. Indeed I do, she
replied. We forgot to mention that we did see the
father of Mario and Consuelo in Toluca. He was
talking to your nephew.
To my nephew! exclaimed Mr. Stedman in
great astonishment.
Yes. We tried to follow them, but we lost them
in the crowd.
Perhaps your nephew can give you some
information as to the familys whereabouts,
remarked Bob. When we went to his office and
asked him if he knew where they had moved, he
said he didnt know. However, that was before he
met Gonzales in Toluca.
At that moment Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and
Seora Sweizer entered the room. While seated on
the verandah, the sound of excited, high-pitched
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voices reached their ears. They had gone inside to

discover the reason for the confusion. In a few
terse sentences Bob explained the situation.
Mrs. Wilson was almost as delighted as Mr.
Stedman at the news. George Wilson, though very
pleased at the happiness of his friend, viewed the
situation from a practical standpoint.
Mr. Stedman, he said, it looks as if at last
you are on the right track. However, if you take
my advice, you wont lose any more time in tracing
that family. It was only four days ago that my
daughter and Bob saw Gonzales in Toluca. There
is a bare possibility that the family may be located
in that little town. Anyway, you should certainly
begin making inquiries there at once.
That is my idea, Wilson, answered Mr.
Stedman. In fact, I intend to start back for
Mexico City very early tomorrow morning. It
would not be wise to attempt driving in the
mountains at night. Otherwise I should leave at
once.
I have one other suggestion, subject, of course,
to the approval of my wife and the youngsters.
Why dont you take Barbara Ann and young Allen
along with you? They have seen Gonzales and his
family, as well as the young girl you believe to be
your granddaughter. Their description of the
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family may be helpful in locating them.

That is a splendid idea, George, heartily
agreed Mrs. Wilson. The rest of us can stay over
here at Camp Maana for two or three days, if
necessary, until Babs and Bob return. Im not
afraid to send my daughter back to Mexico City
with Mr. Stedman and Bob to look after her.
Besides, if she can be of the slightest assistance in
locating your granddaughter, she must not
hesitate to help.
Of course Barbara and Bob were eager to
accompany Mr. Stedman. The latter was so
overcome with gratitude for the kindness of his
new friends that he could scarcely speak.
Very shortly all arrangements were made for
the return of the little party to Mexico City early
the next morning. It was decided that Bob should
drive his own car, even though Mr. Stedman had
plenty of room for the young people in his
automobile. However, the boy and girl were to
return to Tamazunchale as soon as possible. Mr.
Stedman assured the Wilsons that the young
people would not be away from them more than a
maximum of three days. Since his stay might be
prolonged, it was better for Bob to have his car
available for the return trip.
Skeezix, if you are to have a good, clear head
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on your shoulders tomorrow, you had better say

good night very soon. You will have to get up very
early tomorrow morning. Mr. Wilson stooped
down and planted an affectionate kiss on his
daughters cheek.
*
*
*
*
I certainly never dreamed I should be seeing
Mexico City this soon again, commented Barbara
Ann, as Susabella followed the handsome car of
Jonathan Stedman through the city streets.
Yesterday Beverly and I kept our faces glued to
the window of the car, and we said good-by to all
the landmarks.
I was thinking the very same thing,
commented Bob. If anyone had told me yesterday
that Id be back in Mexico City today I would not
have believed him.
Where is Mr. Stedman going first? asked the
young girl, as Bob carefully guided his car around
a corner in close pursuit of the larger car.
He is heading for his nephews office, I believe.
He wants to find out what Gordon knows about
the residence of Gonzales and his family.
Thats sensible, agreed Barbara Ann. But,
somehow or other I dont think we are going to get
much help from that source.
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Bob glanced sharply at the girl at his side.

Thats strange! he remarked. But I have the
same feeling. Mr. Stedman, though, appears to be
relying a great deal on the assistance of his
nephew. He asked me several times to describe
the various meetings we had witnessed between
his nephew and Gonzales. Then I had to repeat
every word that Gordon said to us in his office
that day.
I just hope he wont be too disappointed,
murmured Barbara Ann.
Well soon find out, commented Bob. Here we
are. He expertly steered Susabella to a space a
few feet behind the spot where Reynolds was
parking the car.
Jonathan Stedman sprang out without waiting
for his chauffeur to open the door. Good! he
cried, as Barbara and Bob hurried to his side.
You know how to drive, Allen. You kept right
behind us, even though the traffic in the city was
heavy. I only hope my nephew is in his office
now.
Quickly the little group entered the office
building and were whisked up several stories in
the modern elevator. Barbara and Bob were
almost forced to run to keep up with the rapid
pace of the older man as he hurried to the office of
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Gordon Stedman.
The attendant looked up as the three strode
into the reception hall. She was unable to hide her
astonishment at sight of the elderly gentleman.
Why, I thought, she began to stammer, when
Mr. Stedman interrupted her rather impatiently.
Yes, yes, I knowyou thought I had returned
to the States. Well, my plans were changed. Is my
nephew in his office, Miss Rudio?
The girl replied in the affirmative, and arose to
announce their presence. Jonathan Stedman was
already across the room before she could step
away from her desk. Come on, he called over his
shoulder to his young companions. With no
hesitation he flung open the door and barged into
the room.
Gordon Stedman, who was seated at his desk
examining some papers, looked up, a frown on his
face. The frown was quickly displaced by an
expression of amazement. Why, Uncle, he cried,
jumping up and advancing toward them. Didnt
you start back for Texas yesterday? And you, too,
Miss Barbara and Bob?
Yes, answered Gordons uncle. We left, all
right, and we traveled as far as Tamazunchale.
There something occurred which made it
necessary for us to return. Ill explain everything
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later. Right now it is urgent that I locate a man

whom these young people tell me you knowa
Mexican by the name of Gonzales.
Barbara, who had been scrutinizing the
nephews face, thought she observed a frightened
expression in his eyes. When he spoke, however,
she felt that she might have been mistaken, as
young Stedmans words were spoken without
hesitation or nervousness.
Why, yes, Uncle, I know Gonzales, but that is
as far as our relationship goes. I already informed
these young people when they came here the other
day that I didnt have the least idea where
Gonzales and his family had moved. What is
more, I am not interested. He was recommended
to me for a job in the fields. I hired him, and then
he failed to report for work. Naturally, I never
bothered any further about the man, and havent
the slightest idea whether he is here in Mexico
City or in Shanghai, China.
He was in Toluca five days ago, quickly
remarked Bob. We saw you talking to him there.
That is why we are bothering you again about the
man. We thought that, having seen him since we
last spoke to you, you might have learned where
he and his family are now living.
This time Barbara Ann had no doubt that the
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younger Stedman was disturbed. A dark flush

mounted to his face. Bobs words had shaken his
usual composure, and his reply was given in
rather jerky, halting fashion.
Thats rightI had forgotten. I did see him one
day in Toluca. I went there on business, and
Gonzales spied me on the street and came running
over. He begged me for a job. I told him that I
wouldnt consider hiring him, since he had proved
too unreliable, not having come to work before
when he was expected. He gave me some flimsy
excuse for not having shown up and asked for
another chance. I continued to refuse, and he
became angry and started using abusive
language. I finally walked away from him, and
that is the last I have seen of the man. He never
mentioned where he is living, and I did not
inquire. The nephew paused for a moment, and
his voice was steadier as he asked, But tell me
why all this interest in Gonzales? Uncle, why do
you have to locate the man in such a rush?
I must find him, because I have very good
reason to believe my granddaughter, Barbara, is
alive and is a member of his household.
For a moment Barbara Ann was afraid Gordon
Stedman was going to faint. All the natural color
fled from his face and little beads of perspiration
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began to ooze from his forehead. He drew out his

handkerchief and wiped his face before he cried,
Little Barbara alive and living with that Mexican
family? Uncle, have you suddenly gone mad?
No, dryly replied the older man. My
reasoning powers are still unimpaired, I can
assure you. I have very good cause for my belief.
But Barbara was drowned, Uncle, when she
was only three years old! How can she be living
now?
Did anyone see my granddaughter drown?
sternly demanded Jonathan Stedman. The
answer is no! Was her little body ever found? The
answer is still no. Then what proof have you,
Gordon, that she was drowned?
Gordon was forced to admit that there was no
positive proof of the childs drowning. But even if
Barbara is alive, he persisted, why do you think
she is staying in the home of Gonzales?
Bob and Barbara Ann have told me that there
is a young blonde-haired girl living there whom
the little boys refer to as their cousin Conchita.
Yes, said Gordon. I do recall catching a
glimpse of a pretty young girl the day I called on
Gonzales. But what has she to do with your
Barbara?
A great deal, I am hoping. If we are right, this
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young girl is not Marios and Consuelos cousin at

all, but my granddaughter.
That sounds utterly ridiculous! retorted the
younger Stedman. What proof have you of such a
preposterous idea?
Just this, replied the older man, extracting a
photograph from his pocket. Does this picture
mean anything to you, Gordon?
Barbara Ann could not see the expression on
the nephews face as he bent his head to examine
the snapshot. When he finally looked up, his eyes
were inscrutable. A very interesting picturea
beautiful child and a superstitious Mexican
woman who evidently doesnt want her picture
taken. But Im afraid it means nothing to me.
Jonathan Stedman appeared bewildered. Dont
you
recognize
that
child?
Thats
my
granddaughter, little Barbara.
Once again Gordon studied the picture. There
is a resemblance, as I recall the child. But then,
practically all blonde curly-haired little girls of
three resemble one another.
I know the child in that picture is my
granddaughter, coldly retorted the elderly
gentleman. There is not the slightest doubt of
that fact in my mind. I loved that child so dearly
that I knew every inch of her tiny face perfectly.
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But even supposing that is a picture of little

Barbara, what connection does that fact have with
your belief that she is now living in the home of
Gonzales? persisted Gordon.
Miss Barbara has recognized the woman in
this picture as the mother of Mario and Consuelo.
If my granddaughter was with her then, isnt it
natural to conclude that the young girl with them
now is my Barbara who has grown up? asked
Jonathan Stedman.
Not at all! quickly replied the nephew. First
of all, with due regard for Miss Barbara Anns
intelligence, she could very easily be mistaken as
to the identity of the woman in this photograph.
The only feature visible is her eyes, and we must
remember that the majority of Mexican women
have handsome dark eyes similar to this
womans.
It is the shape of her brows, as well as her
eyes, which has convinced me that the mother of
Mario and Consuelo is the woman in this picture,
quietly stated Barbara Ann.
At any rate, whether we are wrong or right, Ill
not rest until I locate that family. Then you
cannot give me any assistance, Gordon? inquired
the older man.
Gordon shrugged his shoulders. Im sorry, but I
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cant. I am still more sorry that you persist in this

wild goose chase. Be reasonable, Uncle. Why
should Gonzales have kidnapped little Barbara?
He never demanded any ransom. But suppose he
had stolen the child with the original intention of
extorting money from you, and then had been too
frightened by all the publicity to make demands,
do you think he would have kept the girl all these
years? Of course not, since she just means another
mouth to feed.
I dont believe I stated that I thought Gonzales
had kidnapped my Barbara, replied the senior
Mr. Stedman. I discarded that idea as very
unlikely for the reasons you just stated. However,
either Gonzales or his wife may have found the
child and taken a fancy to her. Being ignorant and
unable to read, they may never have learned of
the widespread search being made for the little
girl. There is no knowing where they may have
found Barbara and, if it was in a small village,
perhaps they did make a few inquiries and no one
could give them any information. Mexicans are
usually very kind to children, and rather than
turn the youngster loose on the streets, they
probably decided to keep her.
A very pretty story, sarcastically commented
Gordon. But, if they took the child out of the
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goodness of their hearts, why should they take

pains to invent the myth that she was their
niece?
That may have been simply another kindness
on their part. Perhaps they didnt want the little
girl to grow up and feel like a stranger among
them, without the slightest idea who her parents
were.
I still say the whole idea is ridiculous, angrily
retorted the nephew. However, I can see that
there is no reasoning with you, Uncle, in your
present frame of mind. It seems a shame that you
are doomed to disappointment.
There was a sharp note to the uncles voice as
he replied, That, after all, is my concern. If I do
not find my granddaughter I am no worse off than
at present. And if I do find her Ill be the happiest
man on earth. He paused for a moment, then
added, But standing here will not accomplish
anything. Come on, Miss Barbara and Allen, we
have work to do.
Gordon hastily inquired, But what are your
plans? What do you expect to do first?
I shall make some inquiries here in Mexico
City. I know several of the most influential
officials very well. They may be able to give me
some help in locating the family.
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Dont you think we should drive to Toluca

where we last saw Gonzales? asked Bob. Even if
he isnt there now, there may be someone in the
village who can give us some information about
the family.
An excellent idea, Allen, approved Jonathan
Stedman. Ill use the rest of the afternoon and
evening for my inquiries here, and well start out
for Toluca early tomorrow morning. It is already
four-thirty, which means we have no time to
waste.
The little party took leave of Gordon and
hurried out of the office. As they approached the
large car of Jonathan Stedman, he remarked, I
dont see any use in you young people tagging
along with me while I visit the Mexican officials.
Miss Barbara looks tired. Bob, why dont you take
her to my house? Maria will show you to your
rooms and you can freshen up a bit. Then, suppose
you and Miss Barbara go out to dinner and go to a
movie, or do whatever you like for the evening. I
am afraid my business will keep me occupied until
late. Otherwise I should like to join you. Perhaps
you young people will be glad to be rid of an old
man, anyway.
Both Barbara and Bob vehemently protested
this last remark. Barbara Ann admitted that she
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would appreciate the opportunity to rest before

dinner as she was tired.
Well then, run along, youngsters, and enjoy
yourselves. Only dont get home too late.
Remember, well start out very early tomorrow
morning for Toluca, unless my investigations this
evening indicate our search should be in another
direction. Good-by! called Mr. Stedman as
Reynolds assisted him into the car.
Barbara was silent as Bob piloted Susabella
through the busy streets toward the home of
Jonathan Stedman. When they reached the less
heavily traveled residential section, Bob was able
to turn his attention to the girl at his side.
Why so quiet, Babs? he questioned. Are you
really too tired to talk?
Barbara replied, Im tired, but thats not the
reason I havent been speaking. For a change, I
have been doing some thinking.
For a change is right! teased Bob. Be careful
not to overtax that delicate brain of yours, Miss
Wilson.
Bob Allen! Cant you be serious? asked the
young girl in exasperation. Do stop the car
somewhere where we can talk. I really have
something important to say.
Bob obligingly parked the car at the first space
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available. Then he turned and faced Barbara Ann.

Now tell me what is on your mind, he said.
Barbara suddenly burst out, The more I see of
Gordon Stedman the less I like him!
Bob appeared surprised. Is that why you made
me stop the car, Babs, just to tell me that you
dont like Gordon Stedman?
Of course not, answered Barbara. That did
sound silly, I admit. What I am trying to say is
that the more I see of that man, the more certain I
am that there is something not quite open and
above-board about him.
What makes you say that, Babs? inquired the
young man, his face alive with interest.
Oh, nothing definite. That is, no one thing I
can put my finger on. There are just a number of
little factorscertain remarks he has made, or
some particular expression on his facewhich
have made me feel he knows more about Gonzales
and his family than he is telling. For instance,
when you surprised him with the information that
we had seen him talking to Gonzales in Toluca, he
seemed very ill at ease. Besides, it isnt likely that
he would have forgotten that encounter as he said
he did. If it was only a chance meeting, why was
he so disturbed at our mentioning it?
The very same thought has occurred to me,
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Babs, quickly remarked young Allen. I, too,

havent been able to completely trust Gordon. I
havent mentioned it before, because it isnt fair to
condemn a person without real proof. Just the
same, I am practically certain that Gordon
Stedman is not at all pleased that his uncle is
trying to locate Gonzales. He tried in every
possible way to dissuade Mr. Stedman from
searching for him. But why? Whats the reason?
Certainly Gordon should be happy if his uncle
found his granddaughter.
HmI wonder! commented Barbara Ann, her
pretty face very serious. Did it ever occur to you,
Bob, that Gordon is Mr. Stedmans sole heir
unless the grandchild is found?
The idea was a startling one. By George!
exclaimed Bob. Thats it, of course! If the girl is
found, shell be the logical one to inherit the bulk
of Jonathan Stedmans fortune. No wonder
Gordon isnt anxious for the girl to be found!
We may be doing him an injustice, admitted
Barbara Ann, but I cant help feeling we are
right. We know of at least one instance in which
Gordon has been untruthful. You remember that
he told us that the afternoon we met him at
Marios and Consuelos home was the first time he
had ever seen Gonzales and his family. But Mario
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greeted him by name, which proved his statement

was false. When people go to the trouble of telling
falsehoods they must have something important
to conceal.
Youre right, Babs. Now, lets take it for
granted that Gordon does not want his uncle to
find Barbara. Just how far will he go to prevent
the girl being found?
Thats what is troubling me, Bob. I have a
queer feeling that the man is very unscrupulous,
and hell let nothing stand in his way to prevent
the girl from falling heir to the fortune he has
been counting on for himself. Barbara Ann was
silent a moment. When she spoke her words came
slowly. Bob, did you ever think Gordon Stedman
might have had something to do with the sudden
disappearance of Gonzales and his family?
Why, no, that never occurred to me, replied
the lad. But now that you mention it, I can see
the possibility. Their sudden moving away
happened right after we had met Gordon at their
home. He wasnt any too pleased, either, at our
seeing him there, if I remember correctly.
Exactly! triumphantly agreed the young girl.
It sounds very probable that Gordon Stedman did
not want us to become better acquainted with that
family for obvious reasons. More than likely he
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bribed them to move, warning them not to let

anyone know where they were going.
But if he did that once, he might do it again!
exclaimed Bob in great excitement. If Gonzales
and his family are now living in Toluca, dont you
think that hell see that they are not there when
we start looking for them tomorrow?
I most certainly do! agreed Barbara Ann, and
thats why I think we should not waste any more
time but should start for Toluca at once.
Right now? inquired the boy in amazement.
But we dont even know where to find Mr.
Stedman.
And we dont want to find him, either, quickly
stated the young girl. After all, Gordon is Mr.
Stedmans nephew, and we cant come right out
and tell him we dont trust his own relative.
Undoubtedly Gordon will drive to Toluca tonight.
If we are fortunate, well get there before he does,
and in some way or another well manage to bring
the girl home with us. How long does it take to
drive to Toluca, Bob?
About an hour and a half, I should say. If we
hurry we can probably get there before dark, and
Bob seemed now thoroughly in agreement with
the young girls plan.
Well probably get home before Mr. Stedman
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misses us. He expects us to be out for the evening,

anyway. Well go to his home first, so that in case
he calls up Maria will tell him we had been there.
Well not stay there any longer than necessary,
though, because every moment will count if we are
to beat Gordon Stedman at his own game.
Bob was already starting the car. All right,
Babs. Susabella will do her best. Then he smiled
tenderly at the excited young girl. And I thought
you were tired! he commented.

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CHAPTER XVI
FOOTPRINTS IN THE PATIO
It was after five-thirty before Bob and Barbara
Ann were speeding along the highway toward
Toluca.
Maria is a dear, commented Barbara Ann,
but I thought she would never let us get away.
She insisted on pressing my dress before I put it
on. I wouldnt have bothered changing, but I was
afraid it would look queer if I didnt, since we told
her we were going out to dinner.
We are getting a later start than I
anticipated, said Bob. I am afraid well not get
there before dark after all. It seems to be clouding
up a bit, too. We may run into some bad weather.
I certainly hope not, said Barbara Ann,
because rain will slow us up. The road is good all
the way, though, isnt it, Bob?
It was all right when we traveled this highway
a few days ago. Thank goodness, I am sure of the
way and wont have to waste time asking how to
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get to Toluca.
What I am wondering, mused Barbara Ann,
is how we should proceed after we arrive in
Toluca. It is only a small town, but we want to
waste as little time as possible. Besides, we can
hardly go from door to door inquiring whether
Gonzales lives there.
That has been bothering me, too, remarked
Bob. I believe, though, that there will still be
some shops open when we arrive. Some of the
trades people will certainly be able to tell us
where to locate the family.
I hope so, answered Barbara Ann, not very
convincingly. And when we do find them, what
then?
Why, well tell them the truth about Conchita
really being Barbara Stedman. If, as Mr. Stedman
believes, they are innocent of any wrong-doing,
they will be happy to restore the young girl to her
own people. Of course, it will be quite a shock to
Conchita.
You make it all sound very simple, sighed
Barbara Ann. Somehow, I dont believe it will be
as easy as all that. Gonzales and his wife may not
be as innocent as Mr. Stedman surmises. Dont
forget, you told me you thought you overheard
Consuelo tell Mario that their father wouldnt like
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having them bring us to their home. There must

have been some reason why Gonzales had made it
plain to his children that strangers werent
welcome. No! I dont think our task will be simple
at all! she added, a worried frown on her
charming face.
Have you any better suggestion? asked Bob.
No, thats the trouble. I dont know what else
we can do but tell the truth and hope for the best.
If Gonzales is a crook, we may regret our visit, but
well just have to take that chance.
They drove along in silence for some distance,
each busy with thoughts of the possible dire
consequences of their rash impulse to dash to
Toluca. They were startled out of their reverie by
the sudden swerving of the car and an ominous
bump-bump.
Ohoh! exclaimed Bob. That feels like a
flat. He steered the car to the shoulder of the
road and applied his brakes. Jumping out of the
car, he quickly made his inspection. He was back
in a minute, a disgusted expression on his face.
That left rear tire is flatter than a pancake, he
commented.
Oh, dear! wailed Barbara Ann. Now what are
we going to do? Were miles from any filling
station.
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I know that! answered Bob, rather testily.

AH of which means that Ill have to change it
myself. Fortunately, the spare in the back is in
good condition.
Ill help, quickly offered Barbara, climbing out
of the car.
You most certainly will help, young lady,
calmly agreed her companion. The day is past
when the feminine sex were merely ornamental
and not useful. Besides, this is a very good
opportunity for you to get a practical lesson in the
art of changing a tire. You never know when that
knowledge will come in handy.
They had some trouble in jacking up the car.
The car was on a slant, and was constantly
slipping off of the jack. Finally, in exasperation
Bob decided he would have to make a slight
change in the position of the machine. He climbed
into Susabella, and was about to turn on the
ignition, when he was startled by a cry from
Barbara Ann, who had remained standing by the
side of the road. Jumping out, he ran over to the
girl.
Whats the matter, Babs? he demanded. You
look as white as a sheet! Is anything wrong?
Yes!
she
answered,
breathing
hard.
Something is very wrong. Bob, I just saw Gordon
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Stedman go whizzing by!

Gordon Stedman! Are you sure?
Im positive! I would know that low, creamcolored roadster of his anywhere. And he was
really driving fast, too. He is evidently in a great
hurry to get there.
Do you think he saw us? anxiously inquired
Bob.
No, I am practically certain he didnt. He didnt
even glance in our direction. But what difference
does that make? Hell be there far ahead of us. We
still have to change the tire, and his roadster is
much faster than Susabella. He will have plenty
of time to get the family out of the way.
Yes, but you forget that he doesnt expect us
until tomorrow. Perhaps they will take their time
getting away, since they wont know we are
coming tonight. Come on, Babs, well get this tire
changed in a jiffy. Maybe well have a chance,
anyway.
The two young people were so intent on
changing the tire as quickly as possible that they
did not notice that a strong breeze had sprung up.
Just as they had completed the change and were
about to climb into the car, the first drops of rain
fell. Barbara Ann looked up just in time to have a
large raindrop splash on the tip of her nose.
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Oh, dear! she exclaimed. Its raining. Could

anything else possibly happen to delay us?
We certainly are running into bad luck!
grumbled Bob as he steered the car back onto the
highway. And from the looks of those clouds in
front of us, we are heading right into a bad
storm.
Bobs prophecy was correct. A few miles further
on the water poured down in such a torrent that
Bob was forced to reduce the speed of the car to
about ten miles an hour. I cant make any
headway in this downpour, he explained. Its not
safe to do more than crawl along. Its getting quite
dark, too, he added as he turned on his
headlights.
Maybe this storm slowed Gordon up, too, said
Barbara hopefully.
He may have passed through this section
before the storm broke, answered Bob, although
it looks as though we may have rain all the way
in.
There was no further conversation between the
young people for several miles. Bob was forced to
give his full attention to his driving, and Barbara
said nothing to distract him. It wasnt until the
storm had abated and the rain was falling more
gently that Barbara again spoke.
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I just thought of something, Bob. Maybe

Gordon is doing us a favor, after all, by going to
Toluca.
What do you mean?
Just that when we find Gordons car well
probably find Gonzales and his family. He will
undoubtedly park outside their door. It will be
easy enough to find that expensive car in the
small town of Toluca. Even if it is dark, the light
cream color will show up plainly.
You are a regular Pollyanna, Babsalways
finding good in everything, said Bob with some
amusement. However, I do believe you are right
this time. Unconsciously Gordon may lead us
right to our goal.
The rain had practically ceased when they
finally reached Toluca. The muddy streets,
however, were evidence that the little town had
received its share of the downpour. As they drove
down the main street, Bob slowed up beside a
bright-looking youngster who was enjoying
himself wading through puddles of water in his
bare feet. The boy, who appeared to be about ten
years old, seemed surprised when Bob stopped the
car, but grinned in a friendly manner. After some
difficulty Bob was able to make the boy
understand that he wanted some information
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concerning a large cream-colored roadster. Had

the boy seen the car pass by that evening?
Fortunately the child had observed the car about
an hour earlier. It was such a beautiful car that
all the children playing in the street had noticed
it. The car had turned right at the first cross
street ahead.
That was the information Bob had wanted. He
patted the boy on the head and gave him a
handful of centavos. Now that we know the way
Gordon turned, it makes our search much easier,
commented Bob as he reached the cross street.
After a few more judicious inquiries, they
finally located the roadster on a quiet street near
the outskirts of the village. The house before
which the car was standing resembled greatly the
home of Gonzales which they had visited in
Mexico City. It was the ordinary Mexican style of
architecture, built around a patio and opening
directly onto the street.
Now what? asked Bob as he parked Susabella
a few feet behind Gordons car.
Theres nothing else to do but go on in,
answered Barbara Ann with determination in her
manner. We probably wont be very welcome
Gordon, especially, wont be happy to see usbut
at least we can find out if they really have any
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proof that Conchita is their niece. Gordon hasnt

succeeded this time in getting the family away
before we could question them. Come on, Bob.
This isnt the first time we have been in a tight
spot.
Their knees were trembling, and they had that
queer sensation in their stomachs that people feel
when an elevator in which they are riding stops
suddenly. Nevertheless, Barbara and Bob knocked
boldly on the door. Within they could plainly hear
the muffled whispers of several voices. The sound
of chairs being scraped across the floor, and even
the noise of a door opening and shutting reached
their ears before they heard footsteps approaching
the entrance.
It was Consuelo who answered the door. At first
he started with solemn eyes at the boy and girl
standing outside. Then a slow smile of recognition
brightened up his face. Allo, he greeted
Barbara and Bob.
Hello, Consuelo, they both replied. Then, since
an invitation to enter did not seem forthcoming,
they decided that in the present situation they
would have to forget their manners. Without
another word, they quickly stepped inside the
door, brushed past the boy, and hurried down the
hall. At the end of the hall was a large room in
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which the family were gatheredthat is, all the

family with the exception of Conchita. Barbaras
quick eyes noted at once that the young girl was
missing. Gordon Stedman was there, too,
comfortably seated in an easy chair. Mario was
lying on his stomach on the floor, his nose buried
in a book. The mother appeared busily occupied
with some needlework, and Gonzales was calmly
conversing with Gordon. It was a pleasant
domestic scene, very different from the one which
the young people had expected to find. Barbara
wondered whether she was allowing her
imagination to run away with her, but she could
not help feeling that the scene was just a little too
perfectas if it had been staged for their benefit.
Gordon Stedman arose when they entered and
cordially extended his hand to both Barbara and
Bob. Barbara thought his hand felt cold and
clammy, and she dropped it quickly. The younger
Stedman appeared surprised to see them, but not
as startled as they had expected. He must have
found out, in some way, who was knocking on the
door, and has had a few moments in which to
regain his composure, thought Barbara Ann.
I can imagine how surprised you, Allen, and
Miss Barbara are to find me here, remarked
Gordon Stedman, smiling slightly. That makes us
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even, since I wasnt expecting to see you here

tonight, either. Uncle said that you were driving
to Toluca tomorrow. By the way, where is Uncle?
He didnt come with us, answered Bob. The
fact of the matter is that he doesnt know we are
here. We decided to save him the trip, and have
come to tell these people about Conchita.
So he doesnt know you are here, mused
Gordon. For some reason this information
appeared to please him greatly. My uncle is
rather fortunate to have so many people
concerned for his welfare. I, too, have come here
for his sake. I found the thought of his making
this trip, knowing that it was a useless mission,
very disturbing. Yet I realized he would never be
satisfied unless he investigated the possibility of
Gonzales niece Conchita being his missing
Barbara. The thought occurred to me that I could
save him the unnecessary trouble by driving down
here this evening. Of course, I didnt know
whether Gonzales was living here, but I thought I
would take a chance and drive over. As you see, I
found him.
Barbara and Bob nodded, and Gordon
continued his story. I am very glad now that
Uncle will be saved this trip. He is absolutely
wrong about the young girl who lives here being
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his grandchild. These people have just shown me

a letter written by the priest just before the death
of the brother of Gonzales. In this letter Gonzales
promises to take care of Conchita as if she were
his own daughter. Gordon reached into his pocket
and extracted a piece of creased, yellowed paper.
He handed the paper to Bob, saying, Here, read
it. I was going to take it with me to show Uncle
but perhaps that wont be necessary.
Bob took the letter and studied it. Barbara
glanced at Gonzales and his wife. Their eyes were
fixed intently on Bob, and there was something
frightened about the expression on their faces. It
was only when Bob threw the letter down with the
remark, I cant read this, that they appeared to
relax.
I cant read Spanish well at any time, and the
words in this letter are written so small and close
together that I cant make them out at all.
Too bad! said Gordon as he again pocketed the
letter. However, Uncle will be able to read it
when I show it to him tomorrow.
Barbara Ann addressed the wife of Gonzales.
Did Gordon explain to you why we thought
Conchita was Mr. Stedmans lost granddaughter?
The woman hesitated, glancing at her husband,
before replying. Gonzales quickly spoke. My wife,
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she no understand much English. I talk for her.

Yes, Meestair Stedman, he say his uncle see
picture of my wife with leetle girl. He think leetle
girl his granddaughter. That is rightno?
Yes, answered Barbara Ann. And now that I
have a better look at your wife I am positive that
she is the woman in the picture.
That ees possible, answered Gonzales, only
the leetle girlshe was our Conchita.
Thats right, answered Gordon. Uncle was
just mistaken. Not having seen the child for
thirteen years, it is very understandable that he
could have mistaken Conchita, who also has blue
eyes and curly blonde hair, for little Barbara. As
you know, everyone else is convinced that the
child was drowned. But poor Uncle simply wont
accept that idea, and I fear his mind is becoming a
little affected by the obsession.
Mr. Stedman always seemed very rational to
us, sharply retorted Barbara Ann. By the way,
where is Conchita?
Once again the young girl thought she detected
terrified expressions on the faces of the members
of the family. Gordon Stedman, however, did not
seem perturbed. Gonzales tells me that Conchita
left the day before yesterday to visit his other
daughter in Taxco. I had hoped I could have
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brought her back with me so that Uncle might

talk to her, and learn for himself that he was
entirely wrong as to her identity.
Well, Babs, said Bob, looking very crestfallen,
it looks as if we have made a big mistake. There
doesnt seem anything else for us to do but drive
back to Mexico City and tell Mr. Stedman the bad
news.
At these words Barbara noticed that the tension
in the room seemed to relax for the first time.
Gonzales began to smile, and appeared almost
friendly. Too bad! he said. We sorry for
Meestair Stedman. But Conchita our girl.
I suppose we had better be leaving, remarked
Barbara Ann. It is a long drive back. I wonder if
it is still raining, She strolled over to a window
which looked out upon the courtyard. She
remained standing there several minutes, her
back turned to the family. What a lovely
courtyard! she finally said as she turned around.
You have such beautiful trees and flowers. I
wonder, would you mind if we stepped out there a
moment?
For the fraction of a second Gonzales seemed to
hesitate. Then he smiled broadly. You like to see
our patio? Comewe go out. Opening the door,
he led the way out of the room, Barbara and Bob
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following him. Gordon and the others remained

inside.
The patio was well lit by several lanterns. The
rain had stopped, and the air was cool and fresh.
Please, Seor Gonzales, will you let us walk all
around just once? begged Barbara Ann. You see,
we havent seen many Mexican patios, and we
really are thrilled to be in one.
The man was amused by the girls enthusiasm,
and consented to stroll with the young people
around the courtyard. Bob began questioning him
about some of the trees, and Gonzales, engrossed
in conversation, did not at first notice that
Barbara had slipped away until, darting rapidly,
she had already reached a door on the opposite
side of the courtyard. He shouted at her but
without a moments hesitation Barbara Ann flung
open the door. Here she is! she called
triumphantly. Bob, hurry, heres Conchita.
Seated on a chair, a frightened look on her
lovely face, was Conchita, her eyes still heavy
with sleep. The girl had evidently been napping,
and the sudden opening of the door had awakened
her. Gonzales came running over, his face dark
with anger. He reeled off a flood of Spanish, which
neither Barbara Ann nor Bob could understand,
but which made the blue eyes of Conchita fill with
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terror.
Gordon Stedman and the wife and children of
Gonzales came running out. An ugly expression
appeared on Gordons handsome face.
Soyou think yourself very clever, Miss
Barbara, he sneered. Pretending to want to see
the beautiful patio, when you really wanted to go
snooping where you had no business. As for you,
Gonzalesyou stupid loutyou should have had
enough sense to lock that door! He turned to the
mother, who was weeping audibly. Stop that
infernal sniveling, woman! he shouted.
Barbara was amazed at the change which had
come over Gordon Stedman. He seemed like a
different person, certainly not the cultured,
polished man she had known.
Bob spoke angrily. There is no use getting
nasty, Stedman. Its plain to see your little scheme
to keep your uncle from finding his granddaughter
has failed. You certainly would not have taken
such pains to hide this young girl if she were not
really Barbara Stedman.
And suppose she is! retorted Gordon. What
do you propose to do about it?
Why, take her back with us and explain the
whole affair to your uncle, of course, promptly
answered Bob.
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And what if I were to say you would do no

such. thing? demanded Gordon, reaching
threateningly under his coat.

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CHAPTER XVII
REUNION!
Dont take that gun outI have you covered!
Everyone jumped as the sound of the strange
voice broke the ominous silence. All eyes were
fastened on the two men standing in the doorway.
Mr. Stedman! shouted Barbara Ann, her voice
filled with relief. Are we happy to see you!
I imagine you are, dryly remarked the elderly
gentleman. Turning to the officer of the law who
stood at his side, he added, Now, Seor, if you
will kindly relieve my nephew of that revolver, I
believe we can all talk quietly.
Jonathan Stedmans hopes for a quiet talk were
shattered by the sudden hysterical wailing of the
wife of Gonzales. She began shouting excitedly to
her husband, gesticulating wildly. The man
appeared bewildered. At last he could stand it no
longer. Trembling violently, he began to speak in
his faltering English.
All right. My wife, she want I should tell you
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everything.
Jonathan Stedman spoke kindly. Go ahead,
Gonzales. Dont be afraid. Tell us the whole truth.
Perhaps we already understand more than you
think.
Gonzales was somewhat reassured by the
friendly manner of the elder Stedman, and began
his story.
It all happen long ago. My family and me, we
leeve in leetle town near border, Sabinas Hidalgo.
Consuelo and Mario not born yet. One evening we
sit outside our house. A man come walking down
the street with a leetle girl. The leetle girl so
sleepy she can hardly walk. The man he stops. He
look like Americano but he speak good Spanish.
He ask us could we take care of the leetle girl for
two, three days. He say he must go away for few
days and have no one to take care of child. My
wife she feel sorry for leetle baby who look so
tired. Then the man give us much moneymore
money than we ever have beforeand go away.
The little girl very sweet. She no trouble and
my wife take good care of her. Three, four days go
by man no come back. Whole week go byman
still no come. Then, one day another man come.
That man your nephew, Seor Stedman.
Gordon Stedman winced slightly at these
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words.
Seor Stedman, he say other man who brought
leetle girl, he dead. Say he want us to keep baby
longer. Offer us much money, only say we must
move away from Sabinas Hidalgo. That look funny
to us. We ask why. He say we not to ask any
questions but do like he say if we want money. We
need the money very bad, so we move away to
Tamazunchale where he tell us to go. We very
good to leetle girl. Seor Stedman make us tell
everybody she our niece, Conchita.
One day I talk to man in market place. He
have newspaper. I no can read but he can. He
show me picture in paper of leetle girl who look
like my Conchita. I ask who is leetle girl. He say
her name Barbara Stedman. She granddaughter
of reech oil man in United States. She lost and
everyone looking for her. Theenk she might be
keednapped. I hurry home, tell my wife. We very
scared. We not know what to do.
Next day Seor Stedman come to see us. Tell
us we must move again. I tell him I find out the
truth and going to geeve leetle girl to policeman.
Seor Stedman, he laugh. He say, I do that, they
arrest me for keednapping leetle girl. He say he
nephew of reech oil man and he tell police himself
I stole leetle girl unless I be good and do what he
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say. What can we do? asked Gonzales, shrugging

his shoulders, his face filled with emotion. We
poor peonspolice no take our word gainst reech
Americano. So we keep leetle girl and move to
Mexico City.
All these years we do what Seor Stedman tell
us. We move when he say to move and we do just
what he say. He gave us money, but we no want
his money no more. We tired of always being
scared. We want to be good people and
Gonzales suddenly broke down completely.
Dont take it so hard, my man, said Jonathan
Stedman soothingly. We know you are telling the
truth, and that you are not to blame. And this
evening I suppose my nephew came here to tell
you you were to move again.
Gonzales nodded, still too overwrought to
speak.
And just where do you and Bob come into the
story? asked Mr. Stedman, addressing Barbara
Ann. I thought you two young people were
spending an enjoyable evening at a movie in
Mexico City.
Yes, answered Barbara, smiling, and we
thought you were busy pursuing your
investigations in Mexico City. But Ill explain why
we are here. Briefly the young girl related the
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reason for their decision to come to Toluca, and

their experiences after they had arrived.
Undoubtedly, when Gordon heard the knock at
the door, although he wasnt expecting us, he
decided not to take any chances, and decided to
hide Conchita, or rather Barbara, in a room across
the courtyard.
Yes, chimed in Bob, but what I would like to
know, Babs, is how you ever knew that Conchita
was in that room.
Elementary, my dear Watson, replied Barbara
Ann, laughing happily.
All right, Miss Sherlock Holmes, lets have
your explanation, said Bob.
You remember I looked out of the window to
see whether it had stopped raining. The courtyard
is well lighted, and I happened to notice some
fresh footprints leading from the room where we
were to the doorway across the patio.
But what made you think those footprints were
made by Conchita? asked Bob.
Simply because they were the marks of a
small, slender foot. I had noticed Conchitas
beautiful feet that day we saw her at Mexico City.
I knew no one else in this family could have made
those footprints.
Babs, I have to admit that you do sometimes
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use your brains! grudgingly admitted Bob.

What do you mean by sometimes? asked
Jonathan Stedman, his eyes filled with
admiration for the young girl.
But tell us how you happened to come here
tonight, Mr. Stedman, said the somewhat
embarrassed Barbara Ann, trying to change the
subject.
For somewhat the same reason you and Bob
came. Although Gordon is my nephew, I cant say
I have ever been proud of that fact. The way he
tried to dissuade me from contacting Gonzales
made me rather suspicious. I began putting two
and two together. Then, in the course of my
investigations, other matters came to light, and I
decided to waste no more time in seeing whether
Gonzales was in Toluca. This officer of the law
knows some officials here, and they directed us to
the house. Fortunately, the front door was open,
and we walked right in.
Mario pointed an accusing finger at Consuelo.
You left door open, he said.
When we heard voices out in the patio, we
came right out, and here we are, concluded
Jonathan Stedman. Then, his voice began to falter
as he anxiously inquired, But where is my
granddaughter, my little Barbara?
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Here she is, Mr. Stedman, said Barbara Ann,

going over to the doorway. Come on out,
Conchitasee, theres nothing to be afraid of.
After a moment the young girl, still looking
frightened, appeared in the doorway. The old
gentleman looked at the lovely young girl. Tears
sprang to his eyes, and he was trembling so
violently he could hardly approach her. Barbaras
eyes, too, filled with tears, and turning to the
others, she remarked, Come, lets all go inside
and leave them alone for a few minutes.
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Well certainly have a thrilling story to tell
Mother and Dad and the others, said Barbara
Ann, as she leaned back wearily against the
cushion in Bobs car. How soon will we get to
Tamazunchale, Bob?
In about another half-hour, replied the boy.
You really are tired this time, arent you, Babs?
he remarked, gazing affectionately at the girl at
his side. Here, rest your head against my
shoulder.
Thats better, murmured the young girl as she
took full advantage of Bobs suggestion. Im tired,
but its a nice tired feeling this time, because I am
so contented. Bob, did you ever see a happier man
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than Jonathan Stedman, now that he has Barbara

again?
He looks twenty years younger already,
replied the boy. And Barbara seems very fond of
her newly-discovered relative.
Yes, although she really was very much
attached to Gonzales and his family. However,
Mr. Stedman has promised that she may go to
visit them often, and they are coming to see her
very soon, too. Mr. Stedman is going to give
Gonzales a very good position in his oil fields in
Mexico City, and they are going to move into a
very nice home. He is even planning to send the
two boys to a fine private school. He is staying in
Mexico City a few days to make all those
arrangements, and then is taking Barbara back
with him to his home in Texas.
Then everyone is happythat is, all except
Gordon, remarked Bob. At that, I think he
treated his nephew better than he deserved. He
could have had Gordon imprisoned for life
kidnapping is a very serious offense. It was all
Gordons plan. He hired the other man to steal the
child and take her across the border. He finally
confessed the whole thing. However, Mr. Stedman
did not turn him over to the authorities as he
could have done.
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I suppose he thought Gordon was punished

enough, losing his job and knowing that he will
not inherit his fortune, said Barbara Ann.
Gordon said he was going to South America and
start all over again. Who knowsmaybe he is
really ashamed of himself and will turn over a
new leaf?
Talk about turning over a new leaf, said Bob,
well have to do that ourselves. Our vacation is
almost over, and its college and hard work for
both of us very soon.
Uh-huh, agreed the young girl very sleepily,
her eyes half-closed.
Then she suddenly opened her eyes and sat
upright. Why, I almost forgotIll be a freshman!
That means Ill just be starting another new
adventure!
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