Bring me a can of water as fast as you brought the gas.

We may want to go back to-night." "Si," sighed the Mexican and continued to drift away.
"Don't be in a hurry.

Come and lift the can up to me." The Mexican returned as slowly as he had departed, and picked up the can.

Johnny dropped a half dollar into it, whereat the Mexican's eyes opened a trifle wider.
"What's the name of that red-faced friend of Cliff's ?" Johnny asked, taking the can and beginning to pour gas into the Thunder Bird's tank.
"Quien sabe ?" murmured the listless one.
Johnny paused, and another coin slipped tinkling into the can.
"What did you say ?" The Mexican hesitated.

He would like very much to see that other coin.
It had sounded heavy--almost as heavy as a dollar.