"The Mendozas form an important family."
"I hope he comes out, for I'd like lo have you meet him."
Less than ten minutes later Carlos Mendoza himself knocked at the door of that room.
"I came right up, Arthur, my dear friend," he laughed, showing his handsome teeth as he entered.
"That was right," said Hatch. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Merriwell, Carlos. Mr. Merriwell, the friend I mentioned, Mr. Mendoza."
The young Mexican straightened up, and looked at Merry with an expression of the keenest interest.
"Mr. Merriwell," he said, "I am happy to know you. I believe I have heard of you before."
There was nothing of genuine American heartiness in the handshake he gave Frank.
Mendoza had the atmosphere of his race, easy and languid. He dropped gracefully on a chair and reached out for the cigarettes, the open case of Arthur Hatch being near.
"Forgot my papers," he smiled, "so I can't roll one of my own. I won't rob you, Arthur?"