All the work he wanted out of us was the writing of two signatures.
The need of the signatures was all that ever made him bring us down from the United States." "He'd he such a charming fellow, too, if he only knew a little bit about being honest," sighed Tom, regretfully.
"There is one thing about his rascality that I shall never forgive," growled Hazelton.

"That was, dragging his innocent daughter into the game, just in the hope that her presence would influence us to sign." "I trust, _caballeros_, that you did not find me too slow and lazy," broke in the soft voice of Nicolas, as that servant stole back in on them.

He was well laden with parcels, at sight of which Reade sat up with a jerk.
"Anything in that lot that's all ready to be eaten without fussy preparation, Nicolas ?" the young chief engineer asked eagerly.
"Oh, _si senor_!" "Then lead us to it, boy!" The Mexican servant unwrapped a package, revealing and holding up a tin.
"Food of your own kind, from your own country, _caballeros_," the Mexican announced proudly.
"Canned baked beans," chuckled Harry, after glancing at the label.
"Hurry and get the stuff open." Nicolas opened two tins of the beans, then produced a package of soda biscuits.
"This will be enough for one meal, _caballeros_ ?" he asked.
"Oh, plenty," nodded Tom.
"And then I have some of our Mexican beans, dried," Nicolas continued.
"They will do when we are not so near a food supply.

I have also a little dish in which to boil them over a fire.

Oh, we shall get along excellently, _caballeros_." Shortly the very simple meal was ready and eaten in record time.
"And here is something else that we shall drink in the morning," Nicolas announced, presently as he held up a package.