Mexico. So I'm heading for there, as near as I can tell. We ought to fetch it in about a week at this rate."
"And what are we to do when we get there?" inquired Mr. Damon. "If we keep on to that place where the images are to be found, with this rascally crew of Mexicans, there won't be much gold for us." He had spoken in low tones, though the nearest Mexican cart was some distance ahead.
"I don't intend to take them all the way with us," said Tom. "When I think we are somewhere near the temple plain I'm going to make the Mexican's go into camp. Then we'll put the balloon together and we four will go off in that. When we find what we're looking for we'll go back, pick up the Mexicans, and make for the coast."
"If the head-hunters let us," put in Ned grimly.
"Bless my nail file! There you go again!" cried Mr. Damon. "Positively, Ned, you get on my nerves."
"Yais, Massa Ned, an' I jest wish yo' wouldn't mention dem head gen'men no mo'." added Eradicate. "I can't drive straight when I hears yo' say dem words, an' goodness knows dese oxes is wusser t' drive dan mah mule Boomerang."
"All right I'll keep still," agreed Ned, and then he and Tom, together with Mr. Damon, studied the trap, trying to decide whether or not they were on the proper trail.
