"Tell me what I want to know, and you shall have more." "What do you want to know ?" growled Scoby.
"How did you manage to escape from the secret service men ?" "We, Felix and I, got away while they were arranging for a boat to cross to San Jose.

They chased us up the slope and fired at us, but there were so many men in the hills that they did not care to follow us in." "And Don Miguel ?" "We left him with the officers.

He would not even try to get away." "And why did your flight take this direction ?" asked Nestor, glad that the diplomat was still in custody, where he would be obliged to give an account of his doings.
"We came to look for the mine," was the impatient reply.
"And you found it, and left Felix there ?" Scoby's haggard face again contorted with anger.
"There is no mine!" he almost shouted.

"We have been on a fool errand! The map is a fake and a lie!" The boys glanced at each other and smiled triumphantly.

Scoby caught the expression on their faces and dropped back hopelessly.
"And so you found it ?" he said, consternation as well as inquiry in his voice.
"Never mind that now," Nestor replied.