CHAPTER XXX.
THE HOUSE OF EVERLASTING FIRE.
The attendant at the Half Way House was anxious to know what the trouble was, but we put him off, resolved to keep our affairs as much as possible to ourselves.
"It's impossible to know just who to trust," said Dan, when we had retired for the night. " Now we are close to where the treasure is supposed to be located we must be more guarded than ever."
Quarters at the wayside inn were at a premium, and all of us slept in one small room. Fortunately, however, the night was a cool one—we were now climbing steadily upward—and the crowding did not put us to a great deal of discomfort.
We continued our journey at daybreak, resolved to travel as many miles as possible before the sun should get too high. All were once more in good cheer, and Dan said his head felt as clear as a bell. "But no more drugs for me," he added, with a deep shudder. "If Delverez or
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