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Then again that is not bad," laughed the master gayly. "If they be clever, then they will not need so much explanation." Now the secretary became bolder. "Don Luis, though you have spent many years in the United States, I fear you do not at all understand some traits of the Gringo character," warned Dr. Tisco.
Tisco held out a fine linen handkerchief, with an embroidered initial "H" in one corner. Harry was fond of fine linen, and effected these handkerchiefs. "Yes; it's mine, thank you," nodded Harry, accepting the proffered bit of linen and pocketing it. "I found it in a field, just this side of El Sombrero," remarked Tisco, artlessly, turning away.
"If you wish to know whether you are to be under my instructions," Dr. Tisco continued, "I can assure you that you are not. I seldom give orders except as the direct I might say the directed mouthpiece of Don Luis." "I have a separate manager at the mine," added Don Luis. "You shall meet him to-morrow. His name is Pedro Gato.
"I have been drawing up a report on the mine," murmured Montez, opening a drawer in his desk. "This report describes the operations and the profits so far. Glance through it with me." The report had been written in English, by either Dr. Tisco or his employer. Tom and Harry listened carefully to the reading.
Indeed, he might have been expected to eat one of them right then and there. Behind a shade in the office building Dr. Tisco stirred uneasily. "What did I say to you, Don Luis?" inquired the secretary. "Did I not suggest that these Gringos would not be easily controlled?" "Wait!" advised Don Luis Montez. "Wait! You have not yet seen what my Gato will do. He is not a baby."
Senorita Francesca's shyness, however, made this somewhat difficult, so the young engineers felt inwardly grateful when Dr. Tisco strolled down the porch with her. Dinner proved to be a somewhat formal affair. Yet, as soon as the meal was finished Senorita Francesca was escorted from the dining room by her father and returned to her room. "What did you think of the young lady, Tom?"
We needed something to do needed it with an aching want that would not be stilled. Looking after you, sir, has been a very welcome treat to us." "You have been kinder to me, senores, than any one has been to me in many years," murmured the stranger, tears starting to his eyes. "There, there! Forget it," urged Tom. "Good evening, Don Luis!" sounded Harry's voice outside. "Ah, Dr. Tisco."
"Are they just walking about, aimlessly? At times it looks like it. At other times it doesn't." Then Montez sent for Tisco and discussed with him the seeming mystery of the actions of the young engineers. "Don't ask me, Don Luis," begged the secretary. "I am not clever at guessing riddles. More, I have not pretended to understand this Gringo pair."
Have we been defrauded in any way?" "You have not, Mr. Haynes," Tom answered steadily. "You have now in your possession a property that is worth far more than has been paid for it." "You agree with that statement, do you, Hazelton?" asked Mr. Haynes. "I do, sir," Harry nodded. Dr. Tisco, standing in the background, had all he could do to keep himself from dancing a few jig-steps.
They would be presented, however, within a day or two, after the Mexican custom, for Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton were to be guests in the white palace during their residence in this part of Mexico. Dr. Tisco, too, tried to be most entertaining, and succeeded. "You are the surgeon at the mine?" Harry ventured. "A medico?" suggested Dr. Tisco, with a bow of humility.
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