!"

"It is better as it is," replied Nestor.

"And the signals told me something else," continued the lieutenant.
"Something about your end of the case," he added, turning to Fremont.

"About Mr. Cameron?" asked the boy, excitedly. "He is--"

"In his right mind again, and knows who struck him."

Then the Black Bears and the Wolves joined hands and actually danced
about the old hut until it seemed about to collapse. The secret
service men looked on and smiled at the sight of so much happiness.
Then Fremont asked:

"And he will live?"

"There is no doubt of it," was the reply. "I do not know the details,
for one rocket told me that he was in his right mind again, and another
that he would live."

"Then we can all go back to New York and get ready for the trip down
the river!" said Jimmie. "You fellers can ride on cushions and I'll
hoof it."

"Say," cried Stevens, in a moment, "if this raid scare is all over, get
a couple of drums and let Frank and Peter drum their heads off."

"I don't want to drum," Frank said, "not here, anyway! I don't want to
go down the Rio Grande, either. I've had enough of Mexico."

He turned to the night watchman with a shudder and bent over him. The
man's face was whiter than before, and his form seemed rigid. Seeing
the boy's action, Lieutenant Gordon also stooped down. When he arose
his face was grave.

"Prussic acid!" he said. "It seems that he was prepared for an
emergency!"

"The last of the three conspirators!" Nestor said. "To wander through
the world until past middle age and then to come to this! But it is
better so."

It was daylight now, and the burials took place. After taking a very
light breakfast, the party started back over the mountain. They passed
up the ravines and canyons to the mine, and Lieutenant Gordon ascended
the mountain of crushed rock and entered the gold chamber.

"There is a fortune here," he said looking about. "What are you going
to do with it?" he added, turning to Fremont.

"I had not thought of that," was the reply.

"You'd better be thinking about it!" said Jimmie. "Some one will come
down here and geezle it!"

"No one will ever find it," Fremont said.

"But we found it!" Stevens remarked.

"There are a couple of men in my company," the lieutenant said, then,
"who are anxious to get out of the service. Why not leave them here to
keep possession? After this revolution is over, you can come down here
and work it, or the