is no fool. He'll hang on to the location of the treasure till the
last old cat's gone to sleep for good."

"Any idea where the place is?"

"No. Except that it's somewhere south of the Zuni range."

A solitary eye in the seat behind, opened cautiously. The eye belonged
to Stacy Brown. The last snore had awakened him, and he had lain with
closed eyes listening to the conversation of the two men.

He gave Tad a gentle nudge, which was returned with a soft pressure on
Stacy's right arm as a warning that he was to remain quiet.

"Do you know what the treasure consists of?"

"Maybe a mine, but as near as I could draw from Marquand's talk it is
jewels and Spanish money which one of the old Franciscan monks had
buried. The Pueblos knew where it was, but they sealed the place up
after the Pueblo revolution in 1680, and it's been corked tight ever
since."

"How'd Marquand get wise to it?"

"From an old Pueblo Chief whose life he saved a few months ago. The
old chief died a little while afterwards, but before he went, he told
Marquand about the treasure."

"Didn't suppose a redskin had so much gratitude under his tough skin.
Does the old man know where the place is?"