Chapter 29

“But that is not all,” she said, springing to her feet. She turned around, drew the Spanish script, with its pencilled translation, from her bosom, leaned over the breakfast table, and laid it before Lanier. “Read,” she said, scarcely able to speak from excitement. [Illustration] And, when Lanier had read the literal translation of this quaint document, written in sixteenth century Spanish, the girl cried exultantly: “Do you see now how useless is Tiger Island to this creature Welper?” “This is amazing,” muttered t…