"
"What did you find?"
"Gold."
"You did?"
"Yes."
"Oh, come off."
"I did."
"You think you did."
"I did, I'll swear I did."
"Where did you find it?"
"In a cave which one of those passages leads to."
"You found gold?"
"Yes."
"You will have to be careful."
"Careful?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You'll strike the ghost."
"The ghost?"
"Yes."
"What ghost?"
"The ghost of the old Mexican."
"I did think I heard a groan. Tell me about the old Mexican."
"I've told you all I know about him, and I'll tell you that in my
opinion it will be dangerous to meddle with his gold, even if you found
it."
"Could that old Mexican speak English?"
"A little."
"Only a little?" repeated Desmond.
"Yes."
"Then it's just as I suspected; I tell you I was scared at first, but
when the old ghost answered me--"
"When the ghost answered you?" demanded Creedon.
"Yes."
"Did you see the ghost?"
"I heard him--that is, I thought I did--and I spoke to him, but he gave
me back such good English I made up my mind that you didn't know how to
play a joke. Next time stick to the broken English; you might have
scared the life out of me then.
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