Even his atrocious Spanish would
not betray him, as the German spoke the language almost as horribly as
he.
Thus he reasoned to himself, as he strode rapidly after Jack.
When he reached the other side of the grove, and came in sight of the
ranch house Bob, as Jack had done, halted in amazement at sight of the
splendid structure.
He gazed around him. Nobody in sight. Shrubbery intervening prevented
him from gaining a clear view of the house. He started to skirt the
bushes.
Meantime, not far away, the conversation between Jack and Muller was
nearing a climax. Approaching the pretended Morales, Muller asked what
he had tried to convey in his radio call, explaining it had been so
interfered with by another mysterious call as to be non-understandable.
Not knowing Muller was the radio man at the ranch, Jack was nonplussed.
Again he answered that he could not be delayed, and started to withdraw.
Then Muller laid a detaining hand on his arm.
"Keep it to yourself, if you want to," Muller said. "But I know
something happened at the cave and I have already reported so to the
Don. First I thought you were trying to radio from the cave. Now here
you come by airplane. There's--"
"What do you mean?" growled Jack gruffly, although secretly alarmed.
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