"Great Scott!" whispered Jack. "Here come Mr. Farnum and Eph with a
guide. Let's see if they will be buncoed."

Guide number two came up, with the shipbuilder and Somers in tow.
Greetings were exchanged. Then the last arrived pair stepped forward
in the guide's wake. Farnum listened with an amused smile.

"Oh, pshaw!" grunted Eph. "Is this the best you can show us? This is
nothing but an old well, with ten feet of malaria at the bottom. Show
us, for a change, something that we can believe."

Hal began to laugh quietly. Then all hands stepped forward for another
look down the shaft. As they stepped outside again Benson happened to
turn just in time to see a familiar figure coming along a path near by.

It was Kamanako, better dressed than he had been earlier in the morning,
and carrying a bulging dress suitcase.

"Hullo!" muttered Jack Benson, in a tone loud enough to carry to the
ears of the newcomer. "There's that infernal Jap spy--that scoundrelly
thief of other men's secrets!"

Kamanako halted as abruptly as though he had been challenged by a sentry.
As he saw the young captain a dark, red flush crept into the cheeks of
the little, brown man.

"You talk much," sneered the Japanese his anger rising.

"I say what I think about spies and fellows who would steal other men's