"When I came up here to-day," said Felipe, "I did not once dream that I should find you. I have some friends in New York, but none like you, Carlos—not one. I came here because of the American who has my mine. He has sworn never to give me a dollar of what is rightfully mine, but to his face I told him he must pay or I would kill him."
"That was right. Did he turn pale?"
"Not at all; he laughed."
"It will do you no good to kill him."
"It would give me the greatest pleasure, but then I could not frighten him into paying me what I will have. It is to begin to frighten him I am here. I wish him to know his life is in danger all the time. I will follow him night and day, and make him understand in time. I saw him shortly before you came along by the hedge."
"Yes; he was with the boy whose father lives in that house."
Carlos was surprised.
"Do you mean Frank Merriwell?"
"He is the one! It is he who is robbing me of what is mine. He laughed at me when I demanded money. I hate him!"