"
"Do you think they have found it?"
"I can't say."
"But do you think they have?"
"It looks a bit like it, judging from the fact that they have come back
here so soon. Now I want you to see which way they go when they leave."
"Are you sure they're going to leave?"
"Perfectly sure," remarked Zeke as a slight grin appeared for a moment
upon his face, "and they're goin' to be in a hurry when they go, too. Have
you got plenty of soap in the camp?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well, then I want you to take some of it and go down there at the head of
the path they follow when they leave us and grease those rocks. Don't
cover them all, but put enough on them so that the rocks will be
slippery."
"But you don't want to hurt them, do you?" protested Grant.
"Don't you worry none about hurtin'. All I'm goin' to do is to 'accelerate
their departure,' as the poet says."
"What poet says that?" inquired Grant laughingly.
"I don't just remember his name," said the guide demurely. "He said it
though and that's enough."
"I'll do what you say," said Grant, as they both turned back to rejoin
their companions.
Beckoning to Fred, after he had secured a bar of soap and taking with him
a small pan of water, Grant led the way to the spot which the guide had
indicated.
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