Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Esteban scratched his head. “You are right,” he said, “but it would save
us that damnable trip to the coast and return.” They sat for some
moments in silence, thinking. “I have it!” at last exclaimed the
Spaniard. “Even if we had the porters now we could not go directly to
the coast for fear of meeting Flora Hawkes’s party—we must let them get
out of Africa before we take the gold to the coast. Two months will be
none too long to wait, for they are going to have a devil of a time
getting to the coast at all with that bunch of mutinous porters. While
we are waiting, therefore, let us take one of the ingots of gold to the
nearest point at which we can dispose of it for trade goods. Then we can
return and hire porters to carry it from village to village.”
“The Bwana speaks words of wisdom,” replied Owaza. “It is not as far to
the nearest trading post as it is back to the coast, and thus we shall
not only save time, but also many long, hard marches.”
“In the morning, then, we shall return and unearth one of the ingots,
but we must be sure that none of your men accompanies us, for no one
must know until it is absolutely necessary where the gold is buried.
When we return for it, of course, then others must know, too, but
inasmuch as we shall be with it constantly thereafter there will be
little danger of its being taken from us.”
And so upon the following morning the Spaniard and Owaza returned to the
buried treasure, where they unearthed a single ingot.
Before he left the spot the Spaniard drew upon the inner surface of the
leopard skin that he wore across his shoulder an accurate map of the
location of the treasure, making the drawing with a sharpened stick,
dipped in the blood of a small rodent he had killed for the purpose.
From Owaza he obtained the native names of the river and of such
landmarks as were visible from the spot at which the treasure was
buried, together with as explicit directions as possible for reaching
the place from the coast. This information, too, he wrote below the map,
and when he had finished he felt much relieved from the fear that should
aught befall Owaza he might never be able to locate the gold.
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