Eh?
Does it content thee?
then come!" Miguel nodded to Manuel.

"We will return in an hour; wait thou here." They filed out into the dark, irregular street.

Fate led them to pass the office of Dr.Guild at the moment that Concho mounted his horse.
The shadows concealed them from their rival, but they overheard the last injunctions of the President to the unlucky Concho.
"Thou hearest ?" said Miguel, clutching his companion's arm.
"Yes," said Victor.

"But let him ride, my friend; in one hour we shall have that that shall arrive YEARS before him," and with a complacent chuckle they passed unseen and unheard until, abruptly turning a corner, they stopped before a low adobe house.
It had once been a somewhat pretentious dwelling, but had evidently followed the fortunes of its late owner, Don Juan Briones, who had offered it as a last sop to the three-headed Cerberus that guarded the El Refugio Plutonean treasures, and who had swallowed it in a single gulp.

It was in very bad case.