as well to make friends. Drawing a
flask from his pocket and holding it out, he said:
"Here, take a drink. You need it."
Eagerly, Handsome snatched it out of his hand.
"You bet we do."
He took a deep gulp and handed it to Hickey, whose bleary eyes had
watered at the very sight of the flask. Francois turned to Handsome.
"Where is ze trail?" he asked.
"Over yonder," growled the big fellow in surly tones and making a
sweeping gesture with his arm which embraced every quarter of the
compass.
"Rather indefinite, I should say," smiled the valet. "Where you go?
Are you on ze way to ze mines?"
Handsome Jack took another pull at the flask. His good humor returning
in proportion as he felt warmed up by the spirits, he said more amiably:
"I guess not. My pal and I have enough of the cursed place--ain't we,
Hickey?"
The sailor man glanced dolefully at his limping foot, and nodded his
head in acquiescence.
"You show us the trail home. My boss is very rich man," interrupted
Francois quickly. "He pay anything."
Handsome pricked up his ears.
"Oh, he's rich, is he?"
The valet laughed as he replied:
"All Americans rich--tres riches. Did you ever hear of poor Americans?"
Hickey took another drink and snickered. Handsome looked thoughtful.
After a pause, he said:
"What your boss' name?"
"Monsieur Traynor of the Americo-African Mining Co."
Handsome started.
"What? Kenneth Traynor, of the Americo-African Mining Company--the
people who made those sensational finds."
"Yes--he's vice-president of the company."
Handsome gave a low, expressive whistle.
"He's rich--all right! Do you know what those stones are worth?"
"Over a million dollairs."
"And he came out here to----"
The valet nodded.
"_Oui_--zat's it--to get ze big diamonds. We're on our way back from
ze mines now. He has ze stones in his possession."
"And taking them to New York?" gasped Handsome; "a million dollars'
worth?"
"Yes--taking zem to New York. That's what he came out for. We want to
reach ze coast as soon as possible. Again I ask. Will you guide us
back to ze trail?"
For a few moments Handsome made no answer. The thoughtful expression
on his pale, care-worn face showed that he was thinking hard. What was
passing in his mind no one knew, but whatever it was it caused the
lines about his strong mouth to tighten and the steely blue eyes to
flash. A million dollars? God! What will a man no
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