Surely, these _Americanos_ must suddenly have taken leave of their senses! Then, too, Senor Reade had just spoken of missing the train.
Did they not realize that the nearest railway train was seventy miles away?
Assuredly, they must be mad! In the meantime Tom and Harry, having once more shouldered their trunks, kept on down the broad hallway and out on to the porch.
There was no one there to oppose them, though Don Luis was secretly regarding them through the crack of a nearly closed door.

There was an evil, leering smile on the face of the Mexican mine owner.
Down the steps, along the drive--it was not a short one, and then out into the road, Tom continued.

His back was beginning to feel the unaccustomed load on his shoulder.
"Drop it, pretty soon, Tom," muttered Hazelton, behind him.
"I believe I will Reade nodded.

Reaching the farther side of the road he dropped one end of the trunk to the ground.

Harry did likewise.
"Whew!" sputtered Tom.