TO THE RESCUE.
"Who is she?" asked Ned.
"I don't know," replied the professor, calmly. He seemed to take the
appearance of a strange girl in the underground city as a happening that
might occur at any time.
"Where did she come from?" asked Jerry.
"I can't tell you that, either," went on the naturalist. "One thing I
can say, though, and that is, this poor girl needs help. She must be
hungry, and she has traveled a long distance. Her clothes show that."
"What did she mean by speaking about Bob, saying Vasco Bilette had him,
and for us to come quick?" asked Ned.
"All that in good time," replied the professor. "The thing to do now is
to bring her out of her faint, and get her something to eat. Ned, you
make the coffee and Jerry will heat some chicken soup. Hurry now, boys."
But the lads needed no urging. In a jiffy the camp-stove was going and
hot coffee was soon ready. In the meanwhile the professor, by use of
some simple remedies he always carried, brought the girl out of her
faint. She opened her eyes and asked for a drink.
The hot coffee, followed by a little of the warm soup, brought the color
back to her face, and she was able to sit up. She stared at her strange
surroundings and looked at the boys and the naturalist.
"Me Maximina," she said, speaking slowly. "You Ned, Jerry and Mr.
Snowgrass?"
"Snodgrass, Snodgrass, my dear young lady," replied the professor,
bowing low. "Professor Uriah Snodgrass, A. M., Ph.D., M. D., F. R. G.
S., A. Q. K., all of which is at your service."
"Bob need you," said the girl, simply. "He try to come, but he git
ketch."
"Yes, yes! Tell us about him. Where can we find him?" asked Jerry,
eagerly.
"Me no spik Inglis good," the girl replied. "You spik Spanish, señor?"
"_Si_," answered the professor.
Thereupon Maximina let forth a torrent of words that nearly overwhelmed
the naturalist. Yet he managed to understand what she said.
Maximina told how she had been at the Mexicans' camp when Bob was
brought there, she having been a captive for many years. She determined
to help him escape, and did so when the opportunity offered. She told
how she knew, in a general way, where the buried city was, as Bob had
told her something about it, and she had overheard Vasco and his men
talking about the locality where they had fallen down the tunnel.
"But Bob's horse fell and threw him off," she explained, in her native
tongue. "I wanted to stay with him, but he told me to go on. Then Vasco
came and got him, but I rode away, for I wanted to find you. I had hard
work, and I lost my way several times. Three days ago my pony died and I
walked the rest of the distance."
"Poor girl! You must be almost tired to death," said the professor.
"I was tired, but it is happiness to find you, señors, for I know you
will go and help Señor Bob."
"Of course we will, right away," said the naturalist.
"She seems to have taken a sudden liking to our friend Bob," commented
Ned. "She's a mighty pretty girl, too; don't you think so, Jerry?"
"Be careful," laughed Jerry. "Don't go to having any love affairs with
beautiful Mexican maidens. I have read that they are a very jealous and
quick-tempered nation. Besides, you are too young."
"I'm a year older than Bob," maintained Ned.
"Now, boys, what had we better do?" asked the professor. "Maximina can
guide us to the place where Bob is held captive. Shall we go and give
battle to these brigands?"
"Sure!" exclaimed Ned. "We have plenty of ammunition."
"And they are about ten to our one," put in Jerry. "But we've got to do
something," he added, seriously.
"Then we'll start as soon as we can get in shape," decided the
professor. "I have a better plan than making a direct attack on the camp
of the Mexicans, however. We will go to the authorities and ask their
aid. Maximina says there is a detachment of soldiers stationed about
thirty miles from here and on the line we must take to go to the camp,
from which they are distant about ten miles."
"Bully!" cried Ned. "With a few soldiers to help us we'll give those
brigands and Noddy Nixon such a licking that they'll never want another."
The automobile was soon made ready. In it was packed all that remained
of the provisions. The professor did up his precious specimens and
curios, not forgetting the lead casket of jewels.
The water tank was filled. Fortunately, there was still plenty of
gasolene left. Jerry and Ned pumped up the tires, Maximina was invited
to a seat in the rear, with the professor, and the travelers, taking a
last look at the underground city, started off.
They went through the tunnel, up the incline, the fall of which had
precipitated them into the shaft, and soon were on the level road,
speeding to the rescue of Bob.
After Vasco had secured his captive, following Bob's and Maximina's
flight, the brigand took measures to insure that the prisoner would not
get away again. Bob was placed in a regular dungeon, and outside the
door was stationed a man with a gun.
The poor lad was in low spirits. He began to give up hope, and the only
thing that cheered him was the thought that perhaps Maximina might have
gotten away and would notify his friends or the authorities.
But Bob knew it was a remote chance, for he did not believe the frail
girl could stand the long journey alone. He tried to learn something
about her; whether she had been recaptured or not; but to all questions
his guard, and the old woman who brought him food, returned but one
answer, and that was:
"No spik Inglis, señor."
Bob saw it was of no use to try to get out of the dungeon. It was built
partially underground, the walls were of stone and the door a massive
wooden one, while the single window was heavily barred. It was hot in
the small cell, and Bob suffered very much. But he tried to keep up a
brave heart.
One day he heard voices outside of the dungeon window. He listened
intently and found that Noddy and Vasco were talking. Vasco, of
necessity, had to speak English in talking with Noddy, who understood
only a little Spanish.
"Have you got the money yet?" asked Noddy.
"No; and I think we never will get it," replied Vasco, angrily. "I don't
believe the boy is the son of a rich banker at all. It's another one of
your wild dreams, just like the gold mine the crazy professor was going
to locate."
"Bob's father is rich," maintained Noddy. "It ain't my fault that he
won't send the cash."
"Well, it's your fault for getting me into this muss," went on Vasco,
"and it'll be your fault if we don't get some money pretty soon. The men
are mad and I won't be able to manage 'em in a few days. They blame it
all on you, so you'd better look out!"
"Do you suppose they--they will ki-kill me?" faltered Noddy.
"I shouldn't be surprised," said Vasco, coldly.
At that instant Bob heard some one come galloping up on a horse. It
seemed to be a messenger, for he heard the steed come to a stop, while a
man jumped down and began talking rapidly in Spanish.
"What is it? Has Bob's father sent the money?" asked Noddy.
"Money? No!" snapped the leader of the brigands. "But the soldiers are
after us! We must get out of here!"
Bob's heart thrilled with hope. Perhaps, after all, Maximina had been
able to send help. He almost laughed in his happiness, thinking he would
soon be free.
But his hopes were dashed to the ground when, a few minutes later, his
guard came into his cell, quickly bound his hands and feet, wrapped a
long cloak about him, and, with the aid of another Mexican, carried him
out of the cell.
Bob realized, from the change of air, that he was being carried into the
open. He could see nothing because of the cloak about his head, but he
could hear much bustle and confusion.
Men were running here and there, while Vasco was giving quick orders.
Then the sound of the automobile being started was heard. Bob felt
himself lifted into the car and, a few seconds later, he felt the
vibration that told he was being carried away again, this time in
Noddy's machine.
As the messenger had told Vasco, the soldiers were on their way to the
camp of the kidnappers. The boys and the professor had reached the
garrison, and, telling their story, had induced the commander to send
a detachment to capture the Mexicans. But the troops traveled slowly,
and one of Vasco's friends, who happened to be hanging about the fort,
hearing of the contemplated raid, mounted a swift horse and rode off to
give the alarm.
So when, a few hours after Vasco had fled with his men and his captive,
the troops galloped up, led by Jerry, Ned, Maximina and the professor in
the automobile, they found the camp deserted.
"The birds have flown!" exclaimed the captain of the troopers. "We may
as well go back!"
"No!" cried Jerry. "We must take after them. Bob must be rescued!"
"But how can we tell where they went?" asked the captain.
"That woman can tell you!" exclaimed Maximina, pointing to an aged crone
who was trying to escape observation in one of the huts.