CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
With a scream of wild delight, Maria dashed into the swiftly moving stream. She was almost swept off her feet but made it to the far bank. Slipping and sliding, she fought her way up the mesa until she stood beside Flynn at the top of the steps leading down to the treasure house. With no regard for the slippery stone steps, she ran down and hurled herself against the iron door.
Flynn, standing at the top of the steps, watched her struggle. He told her that they would have to find a stout tree limb to force open the door and that, once inside, they would have to use torches made from dry wood and the burlap sacks that had held their supplies to see where they were going.
Still gasping for breath, Maria ran up the steps, and then proceeded to slip and fall several times
