" She paused, scarcely knowing how
best to proceed, or just how much of the plot this other might already
comprehend.
"Have you ever heard of the 'Little Yankee' mine?" she questioned.
"Si, senorita," the voice faltering slightly, the black eyes drooping.
"Eet is up in de deep canyon yonder; I know eet."
"He told me about it," Miss Norvell continued more calmly. "He is
having trouble with those people out there. There is something wrong,
and he is afraid of exposure. You remember the young man who walked
home with me last night: Well, he is a mining engineer. He has agreed
to examine into the claims of the 'Little Yankee' people, and
this--this Farnham wants him stopped. You understand? He sent for me
to use my influence and make him go away. I refused, and then
this--this creature threatened to kill Mr. Winston if he remained in
camp, and--and I know he will."
The Mexican's great black eyes widened, but not with horror. Suddenly
in the silent pause she laughed.
"Si, si; now I know all--you lofe dis man.
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