Part 9 (1/2)
”Keep pace with your duties hereafter, scoundrel,” commanded Don Luis, angrily.
Nicolas stepped meekly to the rear of the party. It was his business to attend Tom and Harry everywhere. In Mexico one of the grade of gentleman, if he wishes only a gla.s.s of water, does not go for it; he sends the attending servant.
This time Nicolas slipped up on the front seat of the car beside the chauffeur. The car traveled at a high rate of speed over the rough road.
”It must cost you a mint of money for tires and repairs, not to speak of new cars,” laughed Tom, after he had been bounced up two feet in the air as the automobile ran over a rough place in the road.
”Pouf! 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.
”To-day has been but a poor day at the mine,” murmured Dr. Tisco.
”Then _El Sombrero_ is indeed a marvel,” Tom declared.
”It is a very rich mine,” nodded Don Luis. ”Yet there may be richer ones, in these mountains, yet undiscovered.”
”Where is the next best mine around here?” Tom inquired.
”Perhaps it is _El Padre_,” murmured Don Luis, after a slight pause.
”Where is _El Padre_ (the Priest) located?” Tom wanted to know.
”It is about four miles from here, up over that road,” Don Luis rejoined, pointing out the direction.
”May I ask if _El Padre_ is one of your properties, Don Luis?”
Tom continued.
”No; why should I want it when I own _El Sombrero_?”
”Not unless you wish to own as many mines as possible.”
”_El Sombrero_ should be enough for my greatest dreams of wealth,”
declared Don Luis, closing his eyes dreamily.
Then the car stopped before the house.
Don Luis alighted, Tom and Harry at his heels. A servant appeared at the entrance to the court and informed him that the midday meal was ready to serve.
”We will go to the table, then,” exclaimed the Mexican. ”After having luncheon we shall be ready for an afternoon of hard work.”
No sooner had the young engineers slipped into their seats at table than Nicolas appeared behind their chairs. He served them gravely and without a word.
For nearly an hour the luncheon lasted. Finally the dishes were cleared away and several boxes of cigars were brought. Tom and Harry both declined them. Dr. Tisco lighted a cigar at once; Don Luis spent much time in selecting his cigar. This he lighted with the same deliberation. At last the mine owner settled back in his seat.