Then he read it aloud, as follows: "Train thirteen wrecked this forenoon." It was signed by President Haynes's secretary.
"Humph!" said Mr.Hippen.

"I don't see the need of wasting the railroad's money to send that despatch here." He folded it and placed it in his pocket, against Mr.Haynes's return.
"I shall want to talk with you two for a few minutes," Don Luis presently whispered to Tom.

"I shall have my car here soon.
When you see it, both of you come forward and be ready to take a short ride with me." In the background stood Dr.Tisco, looking on with cynical eyes.
"Of course, the poor American fools haven't any idea that they will set out on the ride, but will never return," murmured Don Luis's secretary, to himself.

"Pedro Gato, turned loose on the same day he was arrested, has waited a long time for his revenge.
He and the dozen bandits he has gathered around him will shoot the American engineers full of holes out on the road, and Don Luis, when he returns, deluged in his own tears, will tell the awful story of the encounter with the bandits.

What a clever scoundrel Don Luis is!" Fifteen minutes later the automobile stood before the steps to the big porch.
"You two, my friends," called Don Luis, resting a hand on Tom's shoulder and beckoning to Harry.