You shall promise that during that time the Senora Tucker shall remain ignorant of this document." Poindexter hesitated a moment.

"I promise," he said at last.
"Good.

Adios, Don Marco." "Adios, Don Jose." The Spaniard put spurs to his mustang and galloped off in the direction of Los Gatos.

The lawyer remained for a moment gazing on his retreating but victorious figure.

For the first time the old look of humorous toleration with which Mr.Poindexter was in the habit of regarding all human infirmity gave way to something like bitterness.