DON LUIS SHOWS HIS CLAWS
Senorita Francesca greeted her guests with extreme courtesy.
"She's a fine young woman," thought Harry, with a guilty feeling.
"Blazes, but it's going to come hard to show her father up as
a scoundrel."
"_Chiquita_," (pet) called her father, "it has not been the custom
of this country to train our women in the ways of business. But
you are my only child. Every _peso_ (dollar) that I earn and
save is for you one of these days. I have much money, but I crave
more, and it is all for you, _chiquita_. It is my wish to see
you, one of these days, a very queen of wealth, as you are already
a queen of goodness and tenderness. Since you must handle the
great fortune that I am building for you I have concluded to override
the customs of our people for generations. In other words, I
am going to begin to train you, _chiquita_, in business."
"Business?" murmured the girl. "Ah! That word frightens me--I
am so ignorant."
"Your first lesson shall not tire or dismay you," promised Don
Luis, gently. "Now, place your chair close beside mine, and look
over this ledger with me. I shall not attempt to make you comprehend
too much at first."
With pencil and paper beside the ledger, Don Luis read off many
items. Occasionally he did some figuring on the sheet of paper,
as though to make the matters more clear to his daughter. She
made a very pretty picture, trying to follow her father's explanations,
but the perplexed wrinkling of her brow showed how hard it was
for her to do so.
The figures that Don Luis took from his ledger all tended to show
the immensity of the wealth already produced from _El Sombrero_.
Tom and Harry listened courteously, for they had been invited
to join the group.
"You are tired, _chiquita_," said her father, at last. "I have
taken you too far on our first excursion into the realm of finance.
This morning we will have no more figures. But here is something
that cannot fail to interest you in parts at least."
Shoving aside the ledger, Don Luis drew from a drawer a bulky
document.
"This is the report which Senor Reade prepared for me yesterday,"
Montez explained, looking at the young engineers for an instant.
"The report is written in English, as I desired it written so.
But I will read the most interesting parts in Spanish to you,
_chiquita_. You will observe that this report is a masterpiece
of business composition."
"I am sure that it must be," murmured Francesca, and Tom bowed
his thanks.
"This report, too, is a part of your fortune," continued Don Luis.
"That is, it will help to make your fortune, for it concerns
_El Sombrero_, one of the finest parts of your fortune. We have
been planning, these _caballeros_ and I, that they shall remain
in my employ indefinitely, and they are to be paid better and
better if they serve you through me and serve us well. I shall
reward them as an hidalgo ever rewards."
"I do not need to be told that my father is generous when he is
pleased," murmured Francesca.
"Listen, then, to what Senior Reade has written. It cannot help
but give you much pleasure."
"The shameless rascal!" Tom exclaimed, inwardly, as the trick
became clear to him. "Don Luis is trading upon our sympathies
for the girl in order to induce us to sign his lying report."
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. Once
in a while she shot a pretty, sidelong glance at Tom to show her
pleasure over the report, the whole authorship of which she plainly
believed to belong to him.
"Why, it reads like a romance!" the girl cried, clapping her hands
when the reading had finished.
"A romance? Yes!" ground Tom, under his breath. "It is romance--pure
fiction and absurdly false in every line!"
"It must be a wonderful talent to possess, senor," said Francesca,
turning to Tom Reade. "A wonderful talent to be able to describe
a matter of business in such eloquent language."
"It is a rare gift," Tom admitted modestly, though he had a design
in what he was saying. "A rare gift, indeed, and one which I
must not claim. This is your father's report, not mine. He had
written it in English, and all I did was to copy it on the typewriter,
and to make the English stronger at points. So I am not the
author--merely the clerk."
Don Luis frowned for a fleeting instant. Then his brow cleared, and
one of his charming smiles lighted his face.
"The report is a superb piece of work, and you must not believe
as much as Senor Tomaso's modesty would lead him to believe, chiquita.
But this is an engineer's report, and, as such, it is not complete
until it is signed. Hand it to Senor Reade, _chiquita_, and ask
him to sign it. Then Senor Hazelton will do the same."
Francesca accepted the document from her father, turned, and,
with a fascinating smile, handed it to the young chief engineer.
It was a cleverly contrived bit of business, in which the girl
played a wholly innocent part. Francesca dipped a pen in ink
and offered it to Tom, who accepted it. Surely, he could not
embarrass the girl, nor could he seem to refuse to add to her
fortune by any means within his power. Don Luis had brought about
the climax with great cleverness, for he felt certain of Tom Reade's
gallantry.
And gallant Tom Reade ever was. Yet he was keen and self-possessed
as well. While he held the pen in his hand be turned to the Mexican
with one of his pleasantest smiles.
"Don Luis," said the young engineer, "I feel certain that you
did not wholly understand what I said yesterday. What I meant
to make clear was that an engineer's signature to a report is
his written word of honor that every word in the report is true,
to his own knowledge. As I merely transcribed this report from
your own, and have not yet had sufficient opportunity to prove
to myself the value of the mine, I could not in honor sign this
report as yet. As a man of honor you will certainly understand
my position."
"But you are too particular on a point of honor," insisted Don
Luis Montez, with a shrug of his shoulders. "You do not need
to draw the line so sharply with a man of honor. I assure you
that every word in the report is true. Therefore, will you not
be so good as to sign the report?"
"I regret that I have not yet succeeded in making an engineer's
point of honor clear," Tom replied, placing the pen back on the
stand. "It will be some weeks, Don Luis, before Hazelton and
I can possibly hope to find ourselves sufficiently well informed
about the mine to sign the report."
Francesca was by no means stupid. While she did not understand
business matters, she was sufficiently keen to note, from her
father's very insistent manner, and from Tom's equally firm refusal
to sign, that some point of honor was in dispute between the two.
She flushed deeply, glanced wonderingly from one to the other,
and then her gaze fell to the floor.
"_Chiquita_," said Don Luis, tenderly, "I have been thoughtless,
and have given you too long a lesson in business. Besides, Senor
Reade is not yet ready to serve us in this matter. You may go
to your room, my daughter."
Without a word Francesca rose and left the room.
As soon as the door had closed Don Luis broke forth bitterly:
"You have done well to insult me before my daughter. She understands
only enough to realize that you have doubted my honor, and she
certainly wonders why I permitted you to live longer. Senor Reade,
whether or not your American ideas of courtesy enable you to understand
it, you have grievously insulted me in my own house, and have
intensified that insult by delivering it before my daughter.
There is now but one way in which you can retrieve your conduct."
Don Luis Montez rose, dipped the pen freshly in ink, and thrust
it into Reade's hand.
"_Sign that report_!" ordered the Mexican.
Tom rose to his feet. So did Harry.
"Don Luis," spoke Reade calmly, though he was inwardly raging.
"I always like to do business like a gentleman. I feel very
certain that I must have made it very clear to you yesterday that
I could not possibly sign any such report at the present time.
I still prefer to keep our talk within the limits of courtesy
if that be also your wish."
"Sign that report!"
"_I won't do it!_"
Tom accompanied his response by tossing the pen across the room.
"Don Luis, I don't believe that you are a fool," continued the
young chief engineer, calming down again. "If you consider that
I am utterly a fool, either, then you are doing your own intelligence
an injustice. I refuse to sign this report until I have gained
the knowledge for myself that every word in it is true. Further,
I don't believe that I would sign it after I had made the fullest
investigation. I am aware that, last night, mule-trains brought
ore down over the hills from another mine, and that ore was sent
down by the ore hoists into _El Sombrero_."
"That's a lie!" cried the Mexican, hoarsely.
"I am describing what I saw with my own eyes," Tom insisted.
"You will sign this report, and at once!" quivered Don Luis Montez,
a deadly look glittering in his eyes.
"I am quite satisfied that I shall never sign it," Tom retorted.
"That goes for me, too," put in Harry, stolidly.
"I feel that we have finished our work here, since we can do nothing
more for you, Don Luis," Tom went on. "I therefore ask you to
consider our engagement at an end. If you are disinclined to
furnish us with transportation to the railway, then we can travel
there on foot."
"Do you hear the Gringo, my good Carlos?" laughed Don Luis, derisively.
"I hear the fellow," indifferently replied Dr. Tisco, from the
other end of the room.
"Will you furnish us with transportation from here?" Tom inquired.
"I will not," hissed Montez, allowing his rage to show itself
now at its height. "You Gringo fools! Do you think you can defy
me--that here, on my own estates, you can slap me in the face
and ride away with laughter?"
"I haven't a desire in the world to slap your face," Tom rejoined,
dryly. "All I wish and mean to do is to get back to my work in
life."
"Then listen to me, Gringos," said Don Luis Montez, in his coldest
tones. "Your work here is to sign that report. If you do not,
then you shall never leave these mountains! Your lives are in
my hands. If you do not serve me as I have ordered, then I shall
feel obliged--in self-defense--to destroy you!"