When Cortez took the city, one of the priests, who was a relative of our family, put the jewels in a box, and hid them in a certain place in the desert." "And does Kamaiakan know where the place is ?" asked the general.
"He can know, when the time comes." "Which will be, perhaps, when you are ready for your dowry," observed the professor, genially.
"A spell was put upon the spot," Miriam went on, with a certain imaginative seriousness; for she loved romance and mystery so well, and was of a temperament so poetical, that the wildest fairy-tales had a sort of reality for her.

"No one can find the treasure while the spell remains.

But Kamaiakan understands the spell, and the conjuration which dissolves it; and when he dissolves it, the treasure will be found." "And, between ourselves," added the general, "Kamaiakan is himself the priestly relative by whom the spell was wrought.

He bears an enchanted life, which cannot cease until he has restored the jewels to Miriam's hands." "There might be something in it, you know," said Meschines, after a pause.

"The treasures of Montezuma have never been found.