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This he lighted with the same deliberation. At last the mine owner settled back in his seat. "Caballeros," he inquired, suddenly, "what did you think of El Sombrero?" "I would call it, Don Luis," Harry replied, with enthusiasm, "the finest mine I have seen or heard of." "You did not see the best of the ore to-day," Montez assured them.
What does it matter, to a man who owns El Sombrero?" smiled Don Luis Montez. "I am answered," Tom agreed. "The price of a few imported cars cannot matter much to you." "How many better mines than El Sombrero have you seen?" questioned the mine owner, leaning forward. "None," said Tom, promptly. "If all days' indications are as good as those of to-day," Harry added.
At last Tom, with a slight backache from bending so long over the machine, leaned back and carefully read what he had written. "Do you wish anything, caballero?" inquired Nicolas, appearing as though from hiding. "You might be good enough to tell Don Luis that I have finished, and that I await his pleasure." Nicolas disappeared. Five minutes later Montez, his secretary and Hazelton came in.
Could it be that this hard, cruel man had the right to address her in endearing terms? "I am not well to-day, my father," she answered, in a low voice. "Then take my arm, chiquita, and walk with me," urged Montez. "My father," she cried, shrinking back, "if you will indulge me, I will walk alone. Perhaps, in that way, I shall gain more strength from the exercise."
Without a word the negress ushered us into this room, which was otherwise empty. "Tell him Mr. Montez is here," added Craig as we sat down. The negress disappeared upstairs, and in a few minutes returned with the message that he would be down directly. No sooner had the shuffle of her footsteps died away than Kennedy was on his feet, listening intently at the door. There was no sound.
They were all very civil, only I was astonished at the way the mistress of the house mentioned my name every time she spoke to me: "Madame Waddington, etes-vous allee a l'Opera hier soir," "Madame Waddington, vous montez a cheval tous les matins, je crois," "Monsieur Waddington va tous les vendredis a l'Institut, il me semble," etc.
Certainly Reade would have been intensely interested had he been able to render himself invisible and thus to step into one of the rooms of the big, handsome house. In a room that was half office, half library, Senor Luis Montez was now closeted with another man, whom neither of the engineers had yet met.
Don Luis began to read the report, translating into Spanish as he went along. When he came to tables of tedious figures Montez skipped over them hurriedly. He dwelt eagerly, however, on the paragraphs of the report that asserted such vast wealth to exist in El Sombrero. Francesca listened with rising color.
"The speed of you American business men is marvelous!" cried Don Luis Montez, delightedly. The next morning Don Luis, Mr. Haynes and a New York capitalist in the party departed in an automobile, going back to the railway town. Two days later they returned. The entire deal had been put through. The mine had become the property of this group of American capitalists.
If you see us running all over your property, don't imagine that we are trying to run away from here." "My property is at your disposal," smiled Don Luis. "I shall feel assured that you will not go many miles from here." The remark covered the fact that Montez had all avenues of escape so well guarded that the young engineers simply could not escape by flight.
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