She would keep an eye on Freeman as well as on Miriam; something, too, might be gathered from Don Miguel; and then there was that talk about a treasure.

Was that all the fabric of a dream, or was there truth at the bottom of it?
She had heard something said about a treasure in the course of the general conversation the day before.

If there really was a treasure, why might not she have a hand in the discovery of it?
Miriam, in her abnormal state, had let fall some topographical hints that might prove useful.
Well, she would work out the problem, sooner or later.

To-morrow, when the others had gone off on their expedition, she would have ample leisure to sound Don Miguel, and, if he proved communicative and available, who could tell what might happen?
But how very odd it all was! Who was Semitzin?
While asking herself this question, Grace fell asleep; and by the time the summons to breakfast came, she had passed through thrilling adventures enough to occupy a new Scheherazade at least three years in the telling of them..