Frank Merriwell Down South | Page 2

who sat on the ground, his back against the wall, his jaw dropped and
his eyes bulging. Occasionally, as he listened to the words of the dying
man, he would mutter:
"Chimminy Gristmas!"
For several weeks Frank Merriwell, our hero, Hans, his chum, and
Professor Scotch, his guardian, had been exploring the country around
the city of Mendoza, Mexico. They had come to Mexico after having

numerous adventures in our own country, as related in "Frank
Merriwell Out West," a former volume of this series.
Only a short hour before they had run across the sufferer, whose head
seemed so full of the things he had seen at what he called the Silver
Palace. They had found him almost dead in a hut at the edge of a sandy
plain, suffering great pain and calling loudly for aid. They had done
what they could, and then he had begun to talk, as related above.
With surprising strength the man on the bed of grass sat up, stretching
out his hands, gazing across the sunlit sand-plain beyond the open door
of the hut, and went on:
"I see it now--I see it once again! There, there--see it gleaming like a
dazzling diamond in the sunshine! See its beautiful towers and turrets!
That dome is of pure gold! Within those walls are treasures untold!
There are great vaults of gold and silver ornaments, bars and ingots!
There are precious stones in profusion! And all this treasure would
make a thousand men rich for life! But it's not for me--it's lost to me
forever!"
With a stifled moan, he fell back into Frank's arms, and was lowered on
the bed of grass.
Professor Scotch hastily felt the man's pulse, listened for the beating of
his heart, and then cried:
"Quick, Frank--the brandy! It may be too late, but we'll try to give him
a few more minutes of life."
"That's right!" palpitated Frank. "Bring him back to consciousness, for
we have not yet learned how to reach the Silver Palace."
"There is no such place as the Silver Palace," sharply declared the
professor, as he forced a few drops of brandy between the lips of the
unfortunate man. "The fellow has dreamed it."
"Perhaps."

"Perhaps! Why, Frank, I took you for a boy of more sense!
Think--think of the absurdity! It is impossible!"
"It may be."
"I know it is."
"Vell, maype you don'd nefer peen misdooken, brofessor?" insinuated
Hans, recovering for a moment from his dazed condition.
The professor did not notice the Dutch boy's words, for the man on the
bed of grass drew a long, fluttering breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"I thought I saw the palace once more," he whispered. "It was all a
delusion."
"That is true," nodded the professor, "it is all a delusion. Such a place
as this Silver Palace is an absurd impossibility. The illness through
which you have passed has affected your mind, and you dreamed of the
palace."
"It is not so!" returned the man, reproachfully. "I have proof! You
doubt me--you will not believe?"
"Be calm--be quiet," urged the professor. "This excitement will cut
your life short by minutes, and minutes are precious to you now."
"That is true; minutes are precious," hastily whispered the man. "It is
not the fever I am dying of--no, no! The water from the spring you may
see behind the hut--it has destroyed many people. This morning, before
you came, a peon found me here. He told me--he said the spring was
poison. The water robs men of strength--of life. I could not understand
him well. He went away and left me. I could see him running across the
desert, as if from a plague. And now I am dying--dying!"
"But the Silver Palace?" observed Frank Merriwell. "You are forgetting
that."
"Yah," nodded the Dutch lad; "you peen forgetting dot, ain'd id?"

"The proof," urged Frank. "You say you have proof."
"Yah," put in Hans; "you say you haf der broof. Vere id peen?"
"It is here," declared the unfortunate, as he fumbled beneath the straw.
"You are my countrymen--you have been kind to me. Alwin Bushnell
may never return. It is terrible to think all that treasure may be lost--lost
forever!"
"Who is Alwin Bushnell?"
"My partner--the one who was with me when I found the palace."
"Where is he now?"
"Heaven knows! He went for another balloon."
"Another balloon?"
"Yes; it was with the aid of a balloon that we reached the Silver Palace.
Without it we could not have crossed the gulf."
"Absurd!" muttered the professor.
Despite the fact that the word was merely murmured, the miserable
man on the bed of grass did not fail to catch it.
"Oh, I will convince even you!" he exclaimed, gasping for breath, and
continuing to fumble beneath