Don Luis Montez--" Despite the hectic flush in the cheeks, the stranger's face paled visibly.

Tom, always observant, noted this.
"Oh, I see," Reade went on, calmly.

"You do not like Don Luis Montez, or you do not care about going to his house." The stranger gazed up wistfully at the young engineer's kindly face.
"Senor," he asked, "you would not betray me ?" "You mean to Don Luis ?" A weak nod was the answer.
"Rest easy on that score, my friend," Tom begged, dryly.

"Don Luis and I are not on the best of terms.

I do not like him very well myself." "Will you help to hide me here, and then go away and be silent ?" "Go away and leave you here ?" suggested Reade.
"Yes, senor.