work, I'll tear this paper that's worth a million into
little bits, no matter what happens to me afterwards! Do you hear,
Professor?"

Frank caught his breath. After all the hard work which he and Bob had
put in to save that precious document for Janice, was it to be lost?

He wanted to fly at the man, and snatch it from his hands; but did not
dare; for only too well did he know that at the first hostile move
Eugene would proceed to put his threat into execution.

To his intense surprise the little man with the big glasses seemed to be
shaking as with a convulsion of laughter. It did not seem as though he
worried about the fate of the document Eugene held so rigidly, while
awaiting an answer to his demand.

"Do just as you please about that, my friend," chuckled the scientist.
"If it would afford you any enjoyment to destroy the paper you are
holding, I wouldn't cheat you out of it for the world."

"But--" stammered the defeated plotter, "it would render void all your
right to taking possession of the San Bernardino mine, if this document
were destroyed!"

"Oh! dear no, not at all," exclaimed the other, cheerily. "The fact is,
that paper is even now on the way to the nearest post office, addressed
to my friend and relative, Colonel Haywood, and is to go by registered
mail."

"That Moqui Indian--" gasped Eugene, falling back helplessly.

"Exactly, he carries the packet, with orders to let nothing divert him
from his one purpose," observed the scientist; while Bob nudged his
chum in the side, unable to restrain his delight over the wonderful
outcome of the knotty problem.

"How did he get out of here?" asked Eugene. "We watched the stone
stairway every minute of the time, and he didn't go down that way."

"Oh! well, in my prowling around here, month after month," explained the
hermit, "I managed to find a way the old cliff dwellers had for reaching
the summit of the rocks, in case of necessity. The Moqui possessed the
nerve required to crawl along the face of the cliff on a narrow ledge,
and make the exit. He is miles away by now, and my daughter's
inheritance is safe!"

"But--this paper here," asked Eugene, faintly; yet with curiosity
governing his actions; "it seems to be a legal document, transferring a
majority of the shares of the San Bernardino mine over to you if the
further conditions are fulfilled within a certain time?"

"To be sure," laughed the other, "that was the first copy, you might
say. Th