Mystery of the Lost Mine (2 page)

“Hotter than Florida?” Violet asked, remembering the trip to Camp Coral.

“Much hotter. The desert is dry, so you must be careful not to become dehydrated.” He yawned. “It’s late. Gerald McCrae is picking me up early tomorrow. And you children have a lot of exploring to do.”

After saying good night, the girls went into their tiny bedroom. Grandfather rolled the stepladder into position and climbed into the double bed built over the cab. Henry and Benny flipped the table against the wall and unfolded their bunks.

“I can see Mr. Tobias’s trailer,” said Benny, after the lights were out. “He’s still up.”

“Mmmm,” Henry mumbled.

Benny was still wondering if they would have an adventure in Arizona when he fell asleep.

The next morning, a beat-up orange Jeep pulled up to the Aldens’ RV.

Grandfather opened the door to greet a tanned, older man.

“I see my RV is still in one piece,” the man said, his blue eyes teasing.

“Of course it’s in one piece, Gerald,” Grandfather said, laughing. “I had an excellent crew helping me.” Then he turned to the children. “I’ll be off now helping Mr. McCrae for the day. You kids have fun. See you later.”

The Jeep pulled away in a swirl of gravel.

“Let’s go eat breakfast!” Benny cried. “I’m starving!”

“So what else is new?” Jessie said, ruffling his hair.

They walked over to the Chuck Wagon. The restaurant was crowded.

Luis was already seated at a large, center table. He waved the Aldens over.

“My parents will be here later,” he said. “They say they can’t face food too early.”

“It’s never too early for me to face food!” Benny declared.

Janine brought them menus and a sloshing pitcher of water. The Aldens and Luis ordered bacon, eggs, toast, and juice all around.

“I see the Clarks over there,” Jessie commented. “But not Mr. Tobias.”

“Oh, he never comes in until dinnertime,” Luis said.

“He stays up late,” Benny put in. “I saw his lights on last night.”

Luis nodded. “I sometimes see his lights on at dawn.”

“Maybe he sleeps all day and stays up all night,” Henry suggested.

Tom came in then, tipping his hat in greeting.

“Howdy, pardners!” he called when he saw the children.

“Howdy!” Benny called back. He liked talking cowboy lingo. “Thanks a heap, ma’am,” he said to Janine, who brought their food, but Janine didn’t even smile.

Violet watched the Clarks as she ate. Mrs. Clark was very pretty, with long, brown hair and a sparkling smile. Mr. Clark beckoned for Tom to sit with them. They seemed like a talkative couple.

“I bet they’re on their honeymoon,” Jessie said. “They look so happy.”

“The Clarks
are
newlyweds,” Luis said. “They’re traveling all over the country in that fancy RV.”

“I thought people who were just married didn’t have very much money,” Jessie said.

Just then the door opened, and a grizzled old man with a straggly gray beard stepped inside. He wore dirt-stained khaki pants and a sun-bleached denim shirt. A crumpled felt hat nearly hid his eyes.

“Boy, he’s a real old cowboy,” Benny said.

Luis lowered his voice. “That’s Jake. He’s a prospector. He lives up in the hills. He comes in here every morning for a cup of coffee and some supplies.”

Henry noticed Tom Parker slip out the back door. Tom always seemed so friendly. Why didn’t he greet Jake the way he did everyone else?

Janine spoke sharply to the prospector. “I’m not giving you any more credit, Jake. Pay up your bill.”

“I’ll pay you back with interest,” said the old man. “I promise.”

She snorted. “Your promises are like dust in the desert! I mean it, Jake. No food or supplies until you pay at least part of your bill.”

“He doesn’t have any money!” Violet said, concerned. “And he’s hungry!”

Henry looked at Jessie. “What do you think?” Since Grandfather was out all day, Henry and Jessie were in charge of the Aldens’ money.

“Let’s give him five dollars,” Jessie said. She couldn’t bear to see that old man go away hungry.

Henry went over to Jake. “I see you’re a little short,” he said, handing him a five-dollar bill.

“Many thanks,” the old man said. “You won’t be sorry. I’ll pay you back soon. With interest!”

“What does he mean, ‘with interest’?” Benny asked.

“It means he’ll pay back our five dollars, plus some extra,” Henry replied.

Janine took the money Jake paid her and stuffed it in her apron pocket. He shuffled back to the camping goods section.

“Next time, don’t pay any attention to the old coot,” she told the Aldens as she cleared their places. “He’s got gold fever.”

“What is gold fever?” Violet wondered when the woman left, clattering plates.

“Have you ever heard of the Lost Dutchman’s mine in the Superstition Mountains?” Luis asked.

The Aldens shook their heads.

“Over a hundred years ago,” Luis began, “a prospector claimed he found a fantastic gold mine somewhere in the Superstition Mountains. On his deathbed, he told his nurse how to find the mine. The nurse and two friends tried to locate the mine, but they never did. They told other people about the mine, and the story spread.”

“And Jake is searching for the Lost Dutchman’s mine?” Henry asked.

Just then Mr. and Mrs. Garcia came in. Overhearing Henry’s question, they sat down and picked up the story.

“A lot of people have looked for the Dutchman’s mine,” said Mr. Garcia. “Jake is not alone. Gold fever is highly contagious. People get excited at the mention of gold.”

Mrs. Garcia added, “People can look all they want, but no one can dig for gold in the Superstition Mountains. It’s the law.”

“Then why is old Jake still looking?” Jessie asked. “If no one has found it in a hundred years, why does he believe
he
can find it?”

Mr. Garcia answered. “Not too long ago, some tourists found some small stone slabs with pictures carved on them. The stones were supposed to be maps, with clues to the location of the gold mine. If a person figured out the clues, they would find the mine. Like a treasure hunt.”

“Where are the stones?” Benny asked. He liked the idea of a treasure hunt!

“They’re in a museum in Mesa,” said Luis. “I’ve seen them and have pictures of the stones in our RV.”

“Can we see the pictures?” Henry asked eagerly.

“Sure.”

“Luis, we’ll be leaving on our hike after we eat,” Mrs. Garcia told her son. “Would you like to come with us or stay with the Aldens?”

“I’d rather stay with my new friends.” He looked eagerly at Henry. “If that’s okay?”

“You bet,” Henry said.

They all left the restaurant. Luis led the way to his trailer and opened the door.

“Wow!” Benny commented when he stepped inside. “You sure have a lot of rocks!” Boxes overflowed with rocks in all shapes and sizes.

“I told you my parents are geologists. They can’t resist picking up specimens.” Luis took a folder from a drawer. “Here are the photographs of the stones.”

Violet studied the pictures. Most of the stones were rectangular. One was heart-shaped. The heart-shaped stone fit into a heart-shaped hole in a larger stone.

“Why is this stone different from the others?” she asked.

“Some people think this stone points to Weaver’s Needle,” said Luis. “That’s a landmark in the Superstition Mountains. It’s one of the clues the prospector told his nurse, so everyone believes the mine is near the needle. If you look at Weaver’s Needle a certain way, it looks like a half-buried heart.”

“How can a needle look like a heart?” asked Benny.

Luis shrugged. “I don’t think the rock looks like either one. But the name stuck, I guess.”

Henry noticed the stones were etched with squiggles and strange symbols. He squinted at some foreign words. “Do you know what that says?”

Luis grinned. “It’s Spanish, which I happen to speak and read. It means, ‘look for the heart’ or ‘follow the heart.’ ”

“Look for the heart,” Jessie repeated thoughtfully.

“I have a question,” Benny said. “Where
are
the Superstition Mountains?”

Luis spread his hand toward the brown hills behind the campground. “Right out there.”

Henry felt a quiver of excitement. “We have pictures of the maps and Grandfather said we could explore. Why don’t we look for the mine!”

“Yes!” agreed Benny eagerly. “We need a new adventure.”

“Will you come with us, Luis?” Jessie asked. “After all, you have the map pictures.”

“Well—” Luis hesitated. “I think it’s too far for us to go without horses, but we could do some exploring in the area. Who knows what we might find.”

“Yayyy!” Benny jumped up and down. “We’re off again!”

“Let’s get started,” Henry said. “We’ll go back to our trailer and get supplies.”

Luis opened the door for them. As he did, a woman scurried away from the door.

It was Mrs. Clark.

She smiled guiltily. “Just hunting for my earring. I thought I lost one near here.”

Violet stared at her. Mrs. Clark was wearing a lot of jewelry, including a gold chain and several chain bracelets. But no earrings.

Was the woman really looking for an earring? Or was she trying to listen to what they were saying about the lost mine?

“D
o you think we’ll find the mine by lunchtime?” Benny asked Violet.

She clambered over a rock in the trail, then held out her hand for her brother.

“I doubt it, Benny,” Violet said. “Luis said some people spend their whole lives looking for the mine.”

Ahead on the trail, Luis stopped so the Aldens could catch their breath.

“It’s best to go out in the desert early in the morning,” he told them, “before the sun gets too hot. Drink water, even if you aren’t thirsty. If you wait till you are, you’re already becoming dehydrated.”

The Aldens uncapped their canteens and took a long drink.

They all wore hats, sturdy shoes, and heavy socks. Luis had warned them that in the Superstition Mountains both plants and animals could sting or bite.

“Why is there a Superstition Mountain
in
the Superstition Mountains?” Jessie asked, confused.

Luis laughed. “Superstition Mountain is a special mountain in the Superstition Mountain range.”

Henry gazed around the bare landscape. “It sure is different out here.”

“But it’s beautiful, too.” Aiming her camera, Violet snapped pictures of a cactus that was as tall as a tree, with two arms reaching toward the sky.

“That’s a saguaro cactus, right?” Henry remembered reading about them in Grandfather’s Southwest guidebook.

Luis nodded. “They grow really slow, about two inches a year. It takes them fifty years to put out an arm.”

“So this one must be at least a hundred years old.” Jessie tipped her head back so she could see it better.

Luis squinted up at the sky. “We should probably head back. The sun is directly overhead. It’s at its strongest.”

“But we haven’t found the mine yet!” Benny objected.

“Benny has gold fever,” Henry teased. He scanned the horizon. “Anyway, we need to locate Weaver’s Needle before we can begin searching for the mine. I wonder where it is.”

“It’s too far to walk to,” Luis told him. “We’d have to ride horses.”

Violet’s eyes lit up. “Can we do that?”

“Grandfather told us we could rent horses,” Henry said. “There’s a stable just down the road from the campground.”

Suddenly Benny leaped to his feet. “Gold!” He held a broken rock with a shiny gold lump sticking out. “I’m rich!”

Luis examined the rock. “It
looks
like gold, but it’s really a mineral called pyrite. Sometimes it’s called fool’s gold, because people think they’ve found the real thing.”

“It’s pretty, though,” Violet remarked.

With the hammer, Luis chipped away most of the broken rock. He handed Benny the stone. “Here you go. Now it’s easier to carry.”

Benny put his prize in his pocket. “I don’t care if it’s not real gold. I’m going to keep it forever. It will be my lucky rock.”

Jessie was glad when they finally trudged back into camp. Their air-conditioned RV felt very nice. She made lemonade while the others cooled off.