In another moment Reade was vigorously shaking Hazelton.
"Now don't give a sign to-day," Tom whispered to his friend.
"If Don Luis is going to be crafty, we shall have to fight him with craft--at the outset, anyway." "I hate to eat the old scoundrel's food," muttered Harry.
"So do I, but it can't be helped for the present.

We're not guilty of a breach of hospitality in planning to show the rascal up.
It is Don Luis who is guilty in that direction.

He is planning to use his guests as puppets in a dishonest game.

Keep up your nerve, Harry, and don't let your face, your manner, or anything give you away." Nicolas knocked as soon as he heard the boys stirring.

He moved with speed this morning, spreading the table and then rushing away for chocolate, _frijoles_ and _tortillas_.
As soon as the boys had finished their breakfast they hastened out to the porch, but they found their host ahead of them.