Part 6 (1/2)

Fortunately for Fred the weather continued good, and, in less time than he had calculated, he arrived at Denville. Everyone knew where Mrs. Max Stults lived, and, after having had his breakfast, on the third day after leaving home, Fred called at the house.

”Vell, vot it is?” asked Mrs. Stults, when he introduced himself.

”I have a letter of introduction from Mr. William Gardner,” said Fred, extending the missive.

”I don't knows such a man as dot.”

”Don't know Mr. Gardner--Old Bill Gardner?” and Fred began to feel disappointed, thinking he had made a mistake.

”Oh, so! You means dot Old Bill! Ach! Yah! I knows him vell. Vot you say, he has wrotten me a letters?”

”It's about that Alaska treasure.”

”Oh, dot treasure! I wish I never hear of him! He kill mine poor husband, und he is more bodders to me as everyding; dot treasures! Vait; I reads der letter.”

Slowly adjusting a large pair of gla.s.ses, she carefully spelled out the missive. Her face took on a more kindly look, and, when she had finished it, she said:

”Vell, Fred, I do 'most anyding for you, after I read dot letter from Old Bill. My husbands vos very fond of Bill. Vot it is you vants?”

”I would like to get a map of where the treasure is buried, and have you tell me all you can about it.”

”So? Vell, I don't know vere it is, only vot der map says. But listen, how is a boy like you going to hunt for dot treasure? Maybe it don't be dere no more. Maybe dose Indians vos took it. Ach! My poor husband! Dot treasure vos der death of him, und I don't vant to see it kills any more beples.”

”Well, I shall have to take that chance, I suppose,” said Fred. ”But are you willing I should hunt for it?”

”How can a boy like you vos, all alone, find somedings vot lots of mens has failed to find?”

”I expect to have some men help me. My father is an old miner, and he will advise me. Probably he would go, only he is lame.”

”So? Dot's different alretty yet, if your fader vos a miner. Den you knows somedings about der trouble. Und maybe you could get a party to hunt it, only der last party vot vent for it vos frozen prutty bad, und dey comes back midout der gold.”

”Have you the map?” asked Fred, anxious to see the doc.u.ment.

”Yah, but if I consents to let you search, I vill only give you a copy.

If you don't come back, my map vould be lost. Maybe it vould be better if it vos lost, den n.o.boddies vould try for dot treasure, any more.”

”If it's there it ought to be found, Mrs. Stults. The gold is no good buried out of sight.”

”Dot's so. Vell, maybe I gives you a copy of der map. I have to d.i.n.k it ofer. You comes back in an hour, und I lets you know.”

Fred was anxious to know right away, but he could not very well urge the widow to hasten her decision. So he went out and wandered about the streets, occasionally looking at a clock in a jeweler's window, to see if the hour was not up. He was back probably a minute or so ahead of the time.

”Vell,” said Mrs. Stults slowly, after she had admitted him, ”I haf considered it, und I am villing dot you should haf a try for der treasure.”

”And can I have a copy of the map?”

”Yah. Widout it you could do noddings. I vill haf my lawyers draw up a copy for you, und you also has to sign a papers.”