"That is kind of you, sir. You place me more than ever in your
debt," spoke the Spaniard, bowing again.

"How did you know we were here?" asked Joe of the boy who had
brought the delayed special delivery letter.

"I stopped at Mr. Baker's house," Sam explained, "and Mrs. Baker
said she saw you come down this way on your motor cycle. She said
you'd just been on a ride, and probably wouldn't go far, so I ran
on, thinking I'd meet you coming back. I didn't know anything
about the accident," he concluded, his eyes big with wonder as he
looked at the smashed carriage.

"Are you able to walk back to the farmhouse where we are
boarding?" asked Blake of Mr. Alcando. "If not we could get Mr.
Baker to drive down here."

"Oh, thank you, I am perfectly able to walk, thanks to your
quickness in preventing the carriage and ourselves from toppling
into the chasm," replied the Spaniard.

Hank, with Mr. Alcando and Sam, walked back along the road, while
Blake and Joe went to where they had dropped their motor cycle.
They repaired the disconnected gasoline pipe, and rode on ahead to
tell Mr. Baker of the coming of the others. The farmer readily
agreed to lend his horse and carriage so that the unfortunate ones
would not have to walk into town, a matter of three miles.

"I shall remain at the Central Falls hotel for a week or more, or
until you have fully made up your mind about the Panama trip,"