In fact, it seems to me that Harry and I should rise earlier and be at the mine at least from eight in the morning until six at night." "You would soon tire yourselves out.

The mine is a dirty hole." "By the way, sir," Reade went on, carelessly, "how far do you have to send ore to have it smelted." "About sixty miles." "By mule-train, I suppose." "Yes, Senor Tomaso." "It must be costly shipping." "So it is," sighed Don Luis, "and yet the ore is rich enough to bear easily the cost of shipping." "In what direction is the smelter ?" Don Luis pointed.
"Straight ahead, as I am showing you," he added.
"We saw the lights of a train last night," Tom went on.

"I judged that the mule-train came from the mines above.

Yet the mule-train did not follow the direction that you have just shown me.

The road runs crooked, I take it." "Oh, yes," nodded their host, as carelessly as Tom had spoken.
"Do the other mines pay as well as _El Sombrero_ ?" "Oh, no, Senor Tomaso," Montez replied quickly.