But that would put him in bad with Don Luis, and we have no right to expose the poor fellow to blame.

Move about without noise, and we'll eat some of the stuff that Nicolas brought us." This was done.

It was dark by the time that the simple meal had been finished.

Tom drew out another five-dollar bill, which he pinned to the shirt of the poor Mexican.
"Now we'll take all the food with us," Tom whispered.

"Nicolas won't need any of it, as he's less than twenty minutes' walk from a square feed.