We shall see others to-morrow." And spurring on in the dusk they would discuss the great news of the province, the news of the San Tome mine.

A rich Englishman was going to work it--and perhaps not an Englishman, Quien sabe! A foreigner with much money.

Oh, yes, it had begun.

A party of men who had been to Sulaco with a herd of black bulls for the next corrida had reported that from the porch of the posada in Rincon, only a short league from the town, the lights on the mountain were visible, twinkling above the trees.

And there was a woman seen riding a horse sideways, not in the chair seat, but upon a sort of saddle, and a man's hat on her head.