The Merriweather Girls in Quest of Treasure

about him with a cry of joy but all he said was: "You're home! That's good!" His tall, stooped figure was that of

body. Father and daughter were very much alike in looks but her mother had given

ociable mother had done. Ma Patten could make friends with everybody who came near, and in that way she had worked off a l

nd the mountaineer were already friends. Not many words had passed between them by way of introduction but the vigorous handshake assured the city man that he w

to embrace a stout old squaw. But the two years separation from Indian Mary had made Kit

s with me. Didn't you pretty nearly bring me up? Why, I'm almost like your

I don't believe you! You always liked me better than Young

at?" asked

It's so pretty that if you saw it first y

vation. Pretty soon she come h

"Here, I brought something for you,

pleasing her old nurse, who, above everything else, delighted in bright clothes. A pleasing mixture of r

her husband, Indian Joe. He hurried out and shook hands with Kit and beamed on her when Old Mary displayed her gown.

a package t

ring and she saw a pair of comfortable felt slipper

assed and wanted to hide away until Kit told them that Professor Gillette was

But Joe was different. When Kit told him that the professor was going to pitch a tent in th

at Indian Joe and the s

evening. Joe and Old Mary always built a little bonfire back of their shack and sat around it, as they had done in previous da

ly the professor approached and squatted down beside them. He me

then the professor got up as q

e and Old Mary were

s pleased as if he had already found

ssacred a band of white men, and the daughter of the old Indian chief cursed her own people. Within a year the tribe had died out or wandered away. The

ssor Gillette. "It has probably kep

plenty of crookedness goes on in the canyon. And no

imed the professor rubbing his

nyon at night, especially if they have anything on their conscience. Some white men

s. The Indians will not want to give me any information an

at is if they know anything about a lost village. And truly, Professor, we always thought that was just a lot of silly talk a

ins and winning glory for himself. "If there is one here, we'll find it, if it takes all

ory. Here was another p

nd the old man as if h

waited impatiently for the first sign of life in the house. It would neve

was ready to go out in the yard. Here he found Indian Joe already busy, going doggedly about his wo

tiful, dark, slender animal that pawe

Oh, Powder, you dear, dear old thing! I love yo

rs. The professor watched admiringly as she swung into the saddle. Then he stood paralyzed with fear as the horse s

ead toward the road and with a prod of the spurs sent the animal down it at a speed that made the professor gasp in fright. Every moment he expected to see the girl

away with her," he excla

s father. "Whenever Kit leaves that horse, even for a week, she has to go thr

tedly pointed out Kit far over the mesa, struggling with her pony who was

ssor voiced his fears to her, she replied: "You know I don't believe that horse would throw me. I think h

es were not seeing the fancy riding in quite such a professional manner as Jim, but nevertheless he gloried in the poise and da

g and he stood staring over the mesa as

raced madly, then suddenly without any warning, stopped short and tried by every method known to a horse, to

the professor prayed desper