"
"But the object of our visit has not yet been accomplished,"
Nestor said, "and so I can't go back with you. Perhaps you
would better leave me in charge of the mine!"
"You are wrong," Lieutenant Gordon said, then, "the object
of our journey is accomplished. I was ready to announce
the fact when you stopped me to listen to the last words
of the poor wretch who lies there."
"Do you mean that the arms and ammunition were stopped
on the other side?" demanded Nestor.
That is what the signals said! When I left Don Miguel in
charge of the secret service men at San Jose and came back
into the hills to find you, I left word with the men to
climb to the top and signal if the news came that the arms
had been stopped. I don't know just how they got the news,
but it is undoubtedly reliable. The arms are in Uncle Sam's
possession. The rag-tag-and-bob-tail-of-creation fellows
we have seen skulking about here will have to go away
without a fight."
"That is too bad!" grunted Frank. "I wanted to see a raid!"
"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.
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