lbert wanted to know.

"It is in her eyes--and yours," the Mexican stated. "I shall miss her. She
is very beautiful. However, what is one woman between frands?" He laughed a
bitter laugh. "You shall have her."

Uncle Henry cried out: "But he can't have her. She's married."

"Ees too bad," said Lopez, nonchalantly. "But nozzing to get excite about."

"Nozzing to get excite about!" mimicked Uncle Henry.

"No. But ees more to be did zan I 'ave sought. But I 'ave promise I shall
make you a 'appy man, my frand," again to Gilbert. "_Bueno!_ I keep zat
promise. You have gave me your word zat you will not interfere. Is it not
so?"

"Yes, but I--" Gilbert hardly knew what to say.

"It is for you to keep zat word as I keep mine," Lopez said. Then, to Uncle
Henry he went on, "I shall start wiz you. Now, Pedro!"

"_Si_," answered the faithful minion of the bandit, stepping forward.

"Remember," his master commanded. "Shoot ze first one which interrup'."

"_Si_," said Pedro again, and grinned broadly and pleasantly. If there was
one thing he liked, it was the possibility of trouble with prisoners. He
knew how to bring them to terms. He had been doing it for years.

Lopez got down to business. "Now, look here, Oncle Hennery: my frand 'ave
borrow money which 'e 'ave lost? Is zat true?"

"Yes, sir," answered Uncle Henry promptly, and happy to have been addressed
so familiarly by the bandit. He felt that his triumph was now complete.

"'E cannot be happy until 'e pay you back."

"No, sir," sitting up straight in his chair.

"I shall give you ten sousand dollar," was the bandit's surprising remark.

Uncle Henry thought he could not have heard aright. "Ten thousand--! Yes,
but where are you going to get it?" he inquired, a bit dazed.

"Do not ask me." He caught sight of "Red." "Ze next is you." He appraised
him rapidly, and then said to Gilbert, "'E is frand for you, no?"

"He certainly is," answered young Jones promptly. "About the best I ever
had." He wasn't going to see anything happen to the faithful "Red." He'd
have protected him with his own life.

Lopez liked this, "You love zat girl?" he said to the foreman, meaning, of
course, Angela.

"What?" the latter cried out.

"Well, I don't go around advertising the fact," "Red" told Lopez, a bit
mortified that his heart affairs should be thus openly discussed.

"Ze girl zat spoiled my dinner," the bandit laughed.

"Oh!" cried Angela, who thought she had done so we