Good!" He patted Hillyard on the shoulder.

"That makes a difference, eh?
Come, we will go in again.

Now I shall help you." That reserve, that intense reserve of the Spaniard who so seldom admits another into real intimacy, and makes him acquainted with his private life, was down now.

Hillyard had won.

Jose Medina's house and his chattels were in earnest at Martin Hillyard's disposal.