the gold embroidery?" inquired the professor,
becoming more interested. "I took a
fancy to that, you remember. Has it a
story?"

"Well, it is a kind of an anomaly, I
believe," the general answered, looking up
at his daughter with a smile. "The Aztecs,
you are aware, dressed chiefly in cotton.
Even their defensive armor was of cotton,
thickly quilted. Their ornaments were
feathers, and embroidery of gold and precious
stones. But wool, for some reason, they
didn't wear; and yet this garment, as you
can see for yourself, is pure wool; and that
it is also pure Aztecan is beyond question."

"Admitting that, what clue does it give
to the treasure?"

"You must ask Kamaiakan," said Miriam:
"only, he wouldn't tell you."

"Possibly," the professor suggested, "the
place where the treasure is hidden is the
place whence the water is to flow out; and
the water is the treasure."

"Seriously, do you suppose that such a
phenomenon as the return of an inland sea