JUAREZ BRINGS US NEWS
"You look very much as you used to," said Jim, "only you have your hair
cut. How were your father and mother?"
"Father and mother are very well," he said, speaking slowly and very
distinctly in a low voice; there was only the slightest trace of an
accent. "They grew younger when Juanita and I came home."
"How is Juanita?" inquired Tom with a deep and courteous interest.
Juarez smiled with a flash of his strong, white teeth.
"Ah, Juanita, she too is well. Very pretty girl. Tall and very strong,
but no more than that like an Indian. Her eyes are blue and hair black,
and her skin it is not bad either. Juanita she likewise is a child. She
sent her love and thanks to the three boys who rescued her. How is that
for high?"
We laughed. His grafting of a slang phrase on his precise English was
amusing.
"My mother love Juanita very much. She is much comfortable for her. I
tell father and mother I stay for awhile on the farm, but by and by
leave and go with Jim and Tom and Jo. Out in the mountains, over the
plains, follow the trail once more. See?"
"Yes, perfectly, Juarez," I said.
"I tell my own people I cannot sleep under a roof. I die, no air. I
cannot drive fat, slow horses to town. I cannot pitch hay into a wagon
or dig up the potato from the ground. No, No! They understand. I have
one letter for you all from father and mother."
He extracted it from the inside of his shirt where it was fastened. We
read it, sitting on the top of our ship's cabin. It contained many
messages of good will for us and of affection.
They said that they were perfectly reconciled to having their son Juarez
traveling with us. That they realized that he could not be contented on
a farm after having spent nearly all his life among the Indians. Also we
must be sure to visit them before we returned East.
It was a good letter and we appreciated every word of it. We seemed
united with the outside world once more, and we felt doubly fortified
to have our tried comrade, Juarez, with us. There had been, as you
remember, a natural friendship between Juarez and Jim. But now, Juarez
accepted both Tom and me as comrades, something he had not done before,
which we remembered, if you do not.
In appearance, Juarez was no longer the Indian, except for the lithe
grace of his movements and his tireless endurance. There was also a
certain dignity of reticence that he had derived from them. His dark
hair was neatly cut and he wore a grey flannel shirt and blue trousers.
The greatest change was in his eyes. They were of a mild brown and had
lost that black fierceness of expression and sullen distrust that had
haunted them when we had first met him on the captain's plateau, when
his sister Juanita was still a captive in the power of Eagle Feather.
"What do you think of our boat, Juarez?"
"You make her?" he inquired.
"Sure," we replied.
He looked "The Captain" over from stem to stern, missing no part of its
construction under Jim's careful explanation.
"Ah," he said finally, with a smile. "She is a Jim Dandy."
We grinned our appreciation of his pun.
"You are a real American," said Tom, "or you would have never thought of
that."
"How did you happen to strike us here?" asked Jim, "instead of at the
crossing of The Fathers as you had first planned."
"I wanted to make a search for some treasure that lies in this canyon,"
he replied. "I have often heard of it through the captives we took from
the southern tribe, the Pai Ute, who in turn had got it from some of
these Indians who build houses in the cliffs.
"I have it down in paper as much as I remember. We will look together if
you agree."
"There will be no trouble about that, Juarez," we said.
He took out a worn piece of paper and studied it carefully.
"It is gold nuggets, bracelets and gems and one gold cross taken from
the early priests by the Indians.
"By tradition it was left hidden in the canyon.
"It is three curves in the river below a great cavern."
"There's the cavern, Juarez, up there," said Jim. "It is five hundred
feet in width and two hundred feet high."
"So far, so well," he replied. "At the third curve you land on the west
bank, you follow up a narrow slit in the wall of the canyon. Beyond it
upon a rock, there is a natural formation like this sign O. That is a
symbol for the Indians of this region. It means a great deal to them,
but nothing to me." There was a note of contempt in his voice.
"It is in the locality of this marked rock that the Indian treasure is
hidden. There you have it."
"But not the treasure, not yet," I said. "I suppose that it is guarded
by some dragon or some evil spell."
"They say so. If the treasure is not removed and we get near it, we will
be struck by blue lightning from red clouds and our bones will be
crushed by some terrible beast or devil; I know not which."
"There is the dragon that guards this treasure," said Jim, pointing to
the river, "and it is certainly a terrible one."
"How much is it all worth?" asked the calculating Tom.
"How can I tell?" replied Juarez. "Many men have sold their lives for
it. How much is a man worth, eh? Count it that way. The many strange
jewels, three big handfuls, are thousands and thousands of money,
besides the gold. The box itself is a richness--beaten gold with gems
all over it, so they say."
Tom stood with his mouth open and his eyes shining. Jim laughed at him.
"I bet you will make a regular old shylock when you grow up. You are
money hungry like all those eastern grubs. I tell you now that you and
Jo only have a third of our share between you, as you happen to be
twins. You see, I'm the oldest, therefore I get two-thirds."
I grinned, because I knew that Jim cared as little for money as it was
possible to. In fact, he was entirely indifferent to it. Tom should have
known this. But money was, with him, too sacred and serious a matter to
be taken lightly.
He grew white with anger, and picking up a stick made for Jim to strike
him. Juarez stepped between them.
"You excite, hot under the collar. You sit down."
Tom did so suddenly, and with emphasis under Juarez guiding hand.
"Now you give me that stick?" Tom did so and Juarez tossed it ashore.
That was all. Jim said nothing and paid no attention to Tom's attack.
Tom felt ashamed of himself, as he had every reason to, and for some
time thereafter was a most amiable person, and Jim did not aggravate
him.
"We will get an early start in the morning," announced Jim, "and drop
down the river and try our luck in looking for this bunch of valuables."
"How did these Indians get hold of so much, Juarez?" I asked,
"especially the gems."
"There are a good many stones to be picked up in the southwest," he
replied, "and this collection has been growing for centuries."
"But the gold box," I said. "They did not make it, I suppose."
"No," he replied. "They captured it, that is the Indians in the early
days, from the Hispanooles. And there were a lot of these jewels in it
as well as the gold."
"Well, if somebody hasn't robbed the bank," said Jim, "we will soon be
wearing diamonds."
"We will look like a sporty alderman," I said, "when we get rich."
"I expect to wear diamonds in my front teeth," said Jim, "if I can't
dispose of them in any other way."
"We can buy a steam yacht, too," I said.
"Not for me," remarked Jim. "'The Captain' is a good enough boat for
me. Can you row, Juarez?"
"Ah, yes, I think so some, yes. I paddle a canoe many, many times."
"This is no canoe, but I know you will do," replied Jim. "It's mighty
lucky you dropped in on us when you did. Tom has had a sore leg ever
since an Indian back there in another canyon dropped a rock on him."
"It was luck that Juarez did come along now," I joined in. "We will need
him bad enough when we come to the 'Gorge of the Grand Canyon.'"
"That's the place!" said Jim. "I have read that it is over six thousand
feet down from the rim of the canyon to the river."
"Straight up and down?" asked Tom.
"No," replied Jim. "It's nearly thirteen miles across from rim to rim
and the precipitous walls of the gorge are only about fifteen hundred
feet."
"I have heard of it," said Juarez. "All the Indians know something about
it. Some say nobody can go through it alive. That the waters go down
into the heart of the earth. It is very wonderful, me see. To-morrow we
hunt for the treasure."