tray and was followed by a second servant, bringing another.

The _tortillas_ proved to be, as Harry put it, "a cross between
a biscuit and flapjack." The _frijoles_ were just plain boiled
beans, which had evidently been cooked on some other day, and
were now mushy. But it was a very solid meal that now lay before
them, and the young engineers ate heartily.

"Will the _caballeros_ have some more chocolate?" suggested Nicolas.

"Not now," said Hazelton. "But you might order some for to-morrow's
breakfast, and then we shan't have to wait for so long next time."

The additional servant had gone, noiselessly, but Nicolas hovered
about, silently.

At last the meal was finished. Tom had chewed his food thoroughly,
what he had eaten of it, but Harry, in his hunger, had eaten hurriedly.

"Now we'll have to find Don Luis and apologize," hinted Tom.
"Hereafter I can see that we shall have to rise much earlier.
Confound it, it's a quarter of nine, already."

The two youngsters hastened out to the veranda. A man servant
was lazily dusting and placing porch chairs.

"Has Don Luis gone to the mine?" asked Tom in Spanish.

"Don Luis?" repeated the servant, in evident astonishment. "Presently
his excellency will be dressing."