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A year after her marriage she published a novel, with her views on matrimony, in the George Sand manner beating the drum to Madame Sand's trumpet. No doubt she was very unhappy; Blumenthal was an old beast. Since then she has published a lot of literature novels and poems and pamphlets on every conceivable theme, from the conversion of Lola Montez to the Hegelian philosophy.
But believe me, Senor Reade, you may command me as far as my humble influence with our government goes!" The situation was certainly one to make Tom think hard. He was certain that Don Luis had engineered the whole situation, even to urging Gato on to a part in this grin drama. "Well, you've got us!" sighed Tom. "You will find me your best friend, always," protested Montez.
"The scoundrel is fishing for something," thought Tom Reade, swiftly. "I must not let him beat me in craft." So he exclaimed, aloud: "Fifty thousand dollars a year, Don Luis? You are jesting!" "I beg to assure you that I am not," replied Montez, smiling and bowing. "But fifty thousand a year is princely pay!" cried Reade.
"How often has it happened?" repeated Don Luis. "Oh, perhaps a dozen times in a few months, taking all the tunnels together." "How long have these streaks of blank rock been?" insisted Tom Reade, while Harry wondered at what his chum was driving. "How long?" echoed Montez, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Oh, how should I know? Personally I am not interested in such things."
It is equally past question that the native whom Nicolas has trusted and paid has made an honest attempt to get away and post our letter; but always the cunning of a Montez overtakes the trusted messenger." "And one can only guess what has happened to the messengers," Tom said, soberly. "Undoubtedly both of the two poor fellows are now passing the days incommunicado.
Come on, Harry." Tom turned to leave the room, Hazelton at his heels. But Montez, with an angry exclamation, leaped to the doorway, barring their exit. "Caballeros, you shall not leave like this!" "No?" Tom inquired. "Harry, our late host wishes us to leave by the windows." "All right," nodded Hazelton, smiling. "I used to be something of an athlete."
If Don Luis Montez felt any inward start he controlled his facial expression wonderfully. "Senor Haynes," he replied, "I don't understand the meaning of your code message. You have no deal here to put through. You have made and closed the only deal here about which I have the honor to know anything." "But my secretary doesn't yet know the state of affairs here," continued Mr.
More, Don Luis wore field clothing and high-topped, laced walking boots. "Going afield, sir?" Tom inquired, genially. "I have been afield, already," replied Montez, bowing and smiling. "Down to the mine I have been and back. The air is beautiful here in the early morning, and I enjoyed the walk. You, too, will enjoy our walks when you become used to them." Dr.
Montez shot a swift look at the young engineer. He wondered if the American were making fun of him. But Reade's face looked so simple and kindly, his eyes so full of interest, that the Mexican dismissed the thought. "I spend no time in making laws unless I need them," the Mexican continued. "I make laws only as the need arises, and I make them to suit myself.
Senor Montez, flipped away the cigar that he had finished, and reached for another. This he carefully cut at the end, lighting it with graceful, elegant deliberation. The Mexican was a distinguished-looking man above medium height. A little past forty years of age, he possessed all the agility of a boy of twenty. Frequently his sudden, agile movements indicated the possession of unusual strength.
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