Our unknown guest is very plainly a gentleman, and that's enough to know about him.
If he hasn't told us anything more then it's because he thinks his affairs are of more importance to himself than to us." "Oh, of course, I didn't mean that I wanted to pry into his affairs," Harry protested.
"No; and we won't do it, either, Harry.

If our guest should happen to be missing some morning, without even a note of thanks left behind, we'll understand what it cost him to slip away without saying farewell." The day before Don Luis had made one of his occasional visits, but he had not gone into the cook tent.

Even had he done so the mine owner would probably have seen nothing to make him curious.
At the further end of the cook tent lay the stranger, and his bed had been curtained off by a dark-colored print curtain that looked as though it might have been placed there to partition off part of the tent.

Don Luis had called merely to chat with the young engineers, and to use his keen eyes in determining whether his enforced guests were any nearer to the point of yielding to his demands upon them.
Concerning the sick man, Nicolas had remained wholly silent.
He did not offer to go near the sick man, but brought whatever Tom or Harry had called for.

To have the sick man on their hands had been a rather welcome break for the young engineers, since it had given them something with which to occupy themselves.
Just before dark on the fifth day, Tom strolled into the cook tent, going to the rear and parting the curtain.
"How do you feel, now ?" Reade asked in a whisper.
"Much stronger, senor," came the grateful answer.