At that moment Senor Pedro Oje, who had been summoned by Major
Honeywell, entered the room. An almost Indian complexion and cast
of countenance indicated his Mexican origin. What had taken place
was related to Senor Oje, and he left no doubt that he was
thoroughly in sympathy with the project. He soon put matters on a
business basis.

"We are to share alike in what is found, I understand," he said.
"Major Honeywell will have a third interest because the secret is
his. This young man is to have a third because the risk is his.
And I am to have a similar portion for furnishing the capital. And
that brings us to the real starting point," the Mexican capitalist
continued. "What is it to cost?"

"Ten thousand dollars at least," answered Ned instantly.

"Phew!" exclaimed Major Honeywell.

Senor Oje, not unused to speculative investments, gave no sign of
surprise.

"How shall it be arranged?" was his only comment.

"Put that amount to my personal credit in the First National Bank--
if you care to trust me."

"We are trusting you with more than that," replied Major Honeywell
with earnestness.

"It will take me six weeks to make my arrangements. In that time,