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Boy Scouts in Mexico

G >> G. Harvey Ralphson >> Boy Scouts in Mexico




"There is a fortune here," he said looking about. "What are you going
to do with it?" he added, turning to Fremont.

"I had not thought of that," was the reply.

"You'd better be thinking about it!" said Jimmie. "Some one will
come down here and geezle it!"

"No one will ever find it," Fremont said.

"But we found it!" Stevens remarked.

"There are a couple of men in my company," the lieutenant said,
then, "who are anxious to get out of the service. Why not leave
them here to keep possession? After this revolution is over,
you can come down here and work it, or they can handle it for you.
They are honest and capable."

When spoken with about the matter the men were eager to undertake
the task of guarding the mine until peace should be restored,
after which they were willing to undertake its development.
And so, when the party left, these men stood on the shelf of
rock by the opening, reminding Lieutenant Gordon and Fremont
for the twentieth time to be sure to send up provisions. It
is needless to add that the provisions were sent!

When the party reached El Paso one of the first men they met
was Don Miguel, who smiled in a sarcastic manner as he greeted Nestor.

"And so you were released?" the boy asked.

"On orders from Washington," was the reply.

"The case ended when the arms were captured," Nestor said.

"And if they had not been taken?"

"If a raid had actually taken place, you would have been charged
with murder," was the quiet reply.

"Only for you," snarled the other, "my plans would have succeeded."

"Only for the strange combination of circumstances which brought
us both to the Cameron building that night, you should say,"
Nestor replied. "It chanced that we appeared on the scene in
time to interrupt a murder plot."

"It is fate!" Don Miguel said, with a frown. "It was to be.
Why, half the police officers in New York might have visited
the suite without seeing anything significant in those letters.
And even if they had found them interesting reading, they would
not have been capable of smashing all our plans. At the beginning
of the world it was set that you were to be there that night! It is fate!"

Don Miguel bowed to the boy and took himself off. The government,
fearing international complications, had ordered his release, and the
boy was glad of it. The boys were all back in New York in two days,
accompanied by Lieutenant Gordon, who was interested in seeing that
Nestor received a suitable reward for what he had done. When the
check finally came from Washington Nestor was so surprised at its
size that he sought the lieutenant, who laughed at him.

"Uncle Sam always pays well," he said, "and he wants a little
more of your time!"

"Wants me?" asked Nestor.

"Well, he asks me to get some keen fellows together and go down
to the Canal Zone and look into a bit of treason."

"And you want me to go?" cried the boy, almost disbelieving his own ears.

"It is just this way," the lieutenant said. "I want some one with
me who can act and act quickly, and who can think on the spur of the
moment. Also some one who will not be suspected of being in the
secret service of the government."

"I see!" cried the boy, his eyes flashing.

"And so," continued the lieutenant, "I was thinking that you might
get some of the Black Bears and Wolves we had in Mexico to go down
there and look about. Where is little Jimmie? I like the boy."

"Fremont has about adopted him!" laughed Nestor. "I guess the boy
will have an easy life from this time on."

"And Fremont is now the acknowledged heir?"

"Oh, yes. Mr. Cameron is holding the property until he comes of age,
but is giving him the income, which is very large, to say nothing of
the mine."

"Mr. Cameron, of course, knew that Fremont was the heir?"

"Oh, yes, he knew, and he had statements from Mother Scanlon to
prove it. It was all clear for Fremont before the crime was
committed. A lucky boy!"

"Of course he appreciates your efforts in his behalf?"

"Does he? Why, he wants me to stop working and come and play
with him for the remainder of my life! Suppose I take him to
Panama if you really want me to go?"

"I certainly do, and for the reason given," was the reply.
"Get some of the Black Bears and Wolves together and organize
an excursion to the Canal Zone. You must not mix with me,
or the other secret service men down there, but you must keep
us posted as to what you discover."

"That will be a picnic," cried Nestor. "What is doing down there?"

"I don't know much about it myself," was the reply, "except that
it is a plot to stop the building of the canal. You'll find out
soon enough when you get down there. When can you go?"

"In three days," was the answer. "Just as soon as I can round up
the boys. The folks down there will think a menagerie has struck
town when they see all the wild animals creeping in on them.
Say, what would Uncle Sam do if it wasn't for the Boy Scouts
of America?" he added, with a laugh.

"Couldn't exist!" smiled the lieutenant.

It is needless to say that the prospect of a trip to Panama,
with a little intrigue thrown in, pleased the boys greatly,
and in three days they were ready to start, waiting only for
orders from Lieutenant Gordon.

THE END.

What they did and what they saw and heard in the Canal Zone will
be told in the forthcoming book of this series entitled, "Boy Scouts
in the Canal Zone; or Plot Against Uncle Sam."

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