han the
simple question. Tommy wanted those claims.

"You can have them, Tommy!" began Enid.

Bet burst out with a decided "No!" and the girls looked at the
impulsive, generous girl in surprise. They had never known Bet to act
like this.

"We'll sell Tommy the claims," she said in her decided way. "We'll
sell Tommy the claims--for that treasure map!"

The boy looked relieved. "It's a bargain!" he laughed.

"Nothing for nothing!" smiled Joy contemptuously.

"No such thing!" protested Bet. "That map was worth a lot to us. If
we hadn't seen it on Tommy's wall, I'd never have thought of those
carvings on the rock meaning _anything_."

"And who knows? Maybe there'll be a big mine on this mountain some
day!" Tommy looked around with the pride of possession. "I'm going to
get the assessment work done on my claims right away," he added.

Kit came close to him. "Look here, Tommy Sharpe. You keep your eyes
open after we go, and if Kie Wicks doesn't do his assessment work, jump
his claims. They belong to us, anyway, and they're included in the
sale."

Bet carried the treasure to the ranch. The others acted as escort for
the safe transfer of the box.

"All gone crazy!" said Tang to his boys, as the young people rushed in
and all began to talk at once to the Judge and Colonel Baxter.

There was excitement and happiness on the ranch. Everybody had been
interested in the adventure. But it was only the favored ones who ever
saw the treasure. Bet gladly gave it to Judge Breckenridge for safe
keeping.

"Now the tunnel doesn't have to be guarded any more," exclaimed Bob.
And even the professor agreed that it would be better to stay at the
ranch. Kie Wicks might try to get back at them, if he found out about
the treasure.

So the camp on the summit was broken up. As the professor urged the
burro through the canyon, loaded down with his tent and supplies, the
contrary animal made a rush toward the flat where the Indians were
camped, and nothing could turn him from his purpose.

The professor had a sudden inspiration. He signalled Mapia who was
sitting by the stream, smoking his pipe as usual. Unstrapping the
tent, the old man presented it to the Indian. And while Mapia's face
did not change expression, somehow the professor knew that he was
pleased.

As he turned to go, the Indian rose and followed. "Wait! I show you!
Come!" he said, and mounting his bony horse, he headed it up Lost
Canyon. It wa