You will clean out this tunnel, sending the ore above to the dump." "It shall be done," cried the foreman, bowing low before the mine owner.
"And now, Senor Tomaso, if it suits you, we will go to another tunnel," proposed Don Luis.
"Very good, sir," Tom assented.

"What had been in my mind was to order the drillers at work here and see a blast made." "We can be back long before the next blast can be prepared," replied Montez.

"Carlos, lead the way to tunnel number four." The secretary turned, retracing his steps, Don Luis bringing up the rear.
"Oho! I have dropped my cigar case," remarked Don Luis a minute later.

"I will go back and get it." The others waited near the shaft.

Tom wondered, slightly, why Dr.Tisco had not volunteered to go back after his employer's missing cigar case.
Presently Don Luis appeared.
"Now we will go to number four," he said.
The cage carried them to a lower level.