Constance Dunlap by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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copying the notes. He is making the plates by the photo-etching
process--the same as that by which the real money plates are made. Then, too, there will be dies for the coins. Coined silver will be worth, twice the cost of the bullion to us. Why," he added eagerly, "a few more successful days, Senora, and we shall have even arms and ammunition." A key turned in the door. Santos sprang to his feet. It was Gordon. "Ah, good evening," the Captain greeted them. The fact that they had been talking so earnestly alone was not lost on him. "May I join the conspiracy?" he smiled. "What luck to-day? By the way, I have just heard of a consignment of a thousand rifles as good as new that can be bought for a song." Santos, elated at the progress so far, told hastily of Constance's success. "Let us get an option on them for a few days," he cried. "Good," agreed Gordon, "only," he added, shaking his finger playfully at Constance, as the three left the headquarters, "don't let the commander-in-chief monopolize ALL your time, Remember, we all need you now. Santos, that was an inspiration to get Mrs. Dunlap on our side." Somehow she felt uncomfortable. She half imagined that a frown had flitted over Santos' face. "Are you going to Brooklyn?" she asked him. "No, we shall be working at the Junta late to-night," he replied, as |
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