Show to me now the Mexican that has ever made a real of a mine in California.

How many, eh?
None! Not a one.

Who owns the Mexican's mine, eh?
Americanos! Who takes the money from the Mexican's mine?
Americanos! Thou rememberest Briones, who spent a gold mine to make a silver one?
Who has the lands and house of Briones?
Americanos! Who has the cattle of Briones?
Americanos! Who has the mine of Briones?
Americanos! Who has the silver Briones never found?
Americanos! Always the same! Forever! Ah! carramba!" Then the Evil One evidently took it into his head and horns to worry and toss these men--comparatively innocent as they were--still further, for a purpose.

For presently to them appeared one Victor Garcia, whilom a clerk of the Ayuntamiento, who rallied them over aguardiente, and told them the story of the quicksilver discovery, and the two mining claims taken out that night by Concho and Wiles.

Whereat Manuel exploded with profanity and burnt blue with sulphurous malediction; but Miguel, the recent ecclesiastic, sat livid and thoughtful.
Finally came a pause in Manuel's bombardment, and something like this conversation took place between the cooler actors: Miguel (thoughtfully).