All I wanted to be sure about was to get them out of Don Luis's house.
And now I am just as anxious to get them out of sight of his porch.

As long as the trunks stand here they'll tell Don Luis of our discomfort.

I don't want that thieving rascal to have the satisfaction even of laughing at our trunks." "All right, if that's the way you feel about it," Hazelton grunted.
"I'm ready to shoulder mine." "Come along, then," Tom nodded.

"Up the slope we go." Their climb was a hard one.

But at last they halted, dropping their heavy baggage on a flat surface of rock that was not visible from the big white house.