"Don Manuel was one great man," remarked Pierre at the close of one of these confidences--the phrase was a favorite one with the old Frenchman. "Many and many a time he could have shot his enemy from a distance and got away. But Don Manuel had vowed zat he would kill him hand to hand--zat ze villain must die with a last malediction in his ear, and knowing zat it was he, ze White Wolf, who in ze end had revenged his sister's shame."
"He felt, too, didn't he, that his father had been wronged in being driven from San Antonio Rancho?"
"Sure--zat was another great wrong--zat was why Don Manuel was so bitter against all ze Americans. But he made zem pay for ze land many and many times over." Then Pierre, as was now his custom in Dick's presence when speaking at any length, lapsed into French as he continued: "But the White Wolf was a man of high honor. He never used any of the proceeds of his robberies for himself. True, he spent the money to pay his band, to pay the numerous scouts and spies whose services he secretly retained, to plan and accomplish further hold-ups, to defy and outwit the authorities. But on his own needs--never--not one dollar!"
Pierre went on to explain that after Ben Thurston had fled from California and kept away in hiding, Don Manuel had visited Spain, to claim the family estates in Valencia to which his father's death had left him the sole heir. These he had sold for many millions of dollars, and most of that money he kept in banks in London and Paris. So he was a very rich man, and had no need to rob anyone except to gratify his vengeance. Even the hoarded gold of Joaquin Murietta he had never touched. It remained intact today in the treasure vault of the cave, boxes and sacks of gold and jewels.
"Won't I be allowed to see this wonderful treasure?" asked Dick, half jesting.
"Perhaps, some day, if the White Wolf chooses to show you. But it is not for me to do that--I swore an oath of secrecy when the White Wolf trusted me--me and Felix Vasquez, who was also his confidant. But Vasquez was killed at Tulare Lake. So now only we two know the secret, and until the White Wolf himself dies my lips are sealed by the solemn oath I swore to the Virgin Mary." The old man crossed himself devoutly.