"Pay for nothing here, sir, and do not worry about it, either.

You do not know how much pleasure your coming has given us.

We needed something to do needed it with an aching want that would not be stilled.
Looking after you, sir, has been a very welcome treat to us." "You have been kinder to me, senores, than any one has been to me in many years," murmured the stranger, tears starting to his eyes.
"There, there! Forget it," urged Tom.
"Good evening, Don Luis!" sounded Harry's voice outside.

"Ah, Dr.Tisco." "That's our warning to stop talking," whispered Tom in the stranger's ear, then rose and slipped outside the curtain.
"Where is Senor Reade ?" inquired Don Luis.
"Any one calling me ?" inquired Tom, looking out of the cook tent.
"Ah, good evening, gentlemen." Tom stepped outside, offering his hand.

As this was the first time of late that he had made any such overture to the mine owner, Montez was quick to grasp the hope that it conveyed.
"You are not comfortable here, Senor Reade," said Don Luis, looking about.