But that is not the scheme that our group,
including Mr. Lockwood now, has. We are going to make more
millions than they ever dreamed of--because we are simply going to
mine for the products of centuries of labour already done--for the
great treasure of Truxillo."
One could not help becoming infected by Whitney's enthusiasm.
Kennedy was following him closely, while a frown of disapproval
spread over Lockwood's face.
"Then you know the secret of the hiding-place of the treasure?"
queried Kennedy abruptly.
Whitney shook his head in the negative. "It is my idea that we
don't have to know it," he answered. "With the hints that we have
collected from the natives, I think we can locate it with the
expenditure of comparatively little time and money. Senor Mendoza
has obtained the concession from the government to hunt for it on
a large scale in the big mounds about Truxillo. We know it is
there. Is not that enough?"
If it had been any one less than Whitney, we should probably have
said it was not. But it took more than that to deny anything he
asserted. Lockwood's face was a study. I cannot say that it
betrayed anything except disapproval of the mere discussion of the
subject.
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