"Of course, Reade and Hazelton are not going to sign with any one else." "Pardon me," said Mr.Haynes, and let his glance fall on the telegram.
Any one noting the railway president's face at that moment would have noted a quick, though suppressed, change there.
"Don Luis," went on Mr.Haynes, quickly, "I fear that I really shall have to interrupt your drive for a little while.

I have just received news that I shall want to discuss with you." "Why, your news refers to nothing more than a wreck on your Arizona railway system, doesn't it ?" inquired Don Luis, who was eager to get away and attend, as speedily as possible, to the impending assassination of the young engineers.
"You will oblige me by coming back to the house, won't you, Don Luis ?" insisted Mr.Haynes, who seemed, somehow, a changed man within the last minute.
"Certainly," agreed the Mexican courteously, and the chauffeur turned the car.
As they walked along, Mr.Haynes managed to whisper a few words in Mr.Ellsworth's ear.
"I have sent Ellsworth to call all our associates together," explained Mr.Haynes, as he joined Don Luis and the young engineers on the porch.

Something in the changed atmosphere of the place made Don Luis Montez feel decidedly uneasy.
The Americans responded quickly to Mr.Ellsworth's rounding up.
Each of them, as he came forward, looked unusually grave.

Mr.
Haynes waited until he saw all of his associates around him.
Then he began: "Don Luis, in my recent absence a telegram came for me.

Mr.Hippen, though a director of our railway, is not familiar with the telegraph code that we use in our inner office.