"For myself, I have much to think of.

I have American guests coming soon.

I expect that they will buy _El Sombrero_ for money enough to make you one of the richest heiresses in all Mexico, _chiquita_." "For me?
And I do not know how to care for money!" answered the girl, unsteadily.

Then she turned away, swiftly, unable to stand longer looking into Don Luis's eyes.
Through the day Tom and Harry had tramped about almost feverishly, stopping at intervals as though for rest.

Now, in the late afternoon, they were on their way back to camp by a route that took them not far from Don Luis's grounds.
As they came within sight of the place, Tom espied Montez and Dr.Tisco walking slowly at one end of the garden, seemingly engaged in earnest conversation.