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"It’s impossible!" he gasped once.

He read on. His men put down the girl and glowered at the jungle.

"Why—what—" O’Neel ogled the diary.

His patriots were eying the girl. They didn’t eye her as men of their kind would ordinarily eye one of the
prettiest women ever to penetrate any jungle.

They were afraid of her. They wanted to run. But two things held them: The gold of her garments, and the
knowledge that El Liberator Amber O’Neel shot cowards sometimes.

O’Neel suddenly leveled an arm at the girl.

"You’re Z!" he howled.

She made no move, no sound.

"You’re mentioned in this diary!" O’Neel shouted at her. "You’re Z! Then, damn it, this whole incredible
thing must be true! But it couldn’t be!"

He was so excited, he could hardly stand up.

He came over and touched the girl. The way in which he did this was strange. He did it as if she were
some rare jewel, or something that might blow up.

O’Neel wrenched off her blindfold. For no more than three seconds, he stared at the girl’s eyes. Then he
replaced the blindfold.

"It’s true!" he squawled.

He sprang erect. His eyes were wild; he jumped up and down, and he could hardly talk.

"I’ve got it!" he bellowed. "I’ve hit it at last! The biggest thing of my life!"

He brandished his arms at the natives, scaring them until they almost ran.

"Gold!" he jeered. "Who gives a damn about gold, when something like this comes along! Something that
is something! Something worth more than—well, hell! There ain’t enough dollars and cents in the world
to buy this!"

He ran at the natives, struck them.

"Catch that flier!" he shouted at them, in their tongue. "A new rifle and all the ammunition he can carry to
the man who catches and kills him!"

The natives dashed off instantly in pursuit of the aviator. Which, after all, proved them just about as bad
as their master, Amber O’Neel.