"Are we going to the mine this morning, Don Luis?" Tom asked, carelessly.
"Do you care to go, Senor Tomaso?"
"Why, that's just as you say, sir," Reade rejoined. "Of course, we would like to get actively engaged at our work. In fact, it seems to me that Harry and I should rise earlier and be at the mine at least from eight in the morning until six at night."
"You would soon tire yourselves out. The mine is a dirty hole."
"By the way, sir," Reade went on, carelessly, "how far do you have to send ore to have it smelted."
"About sixty miles."
"By mule-train, I suppose."
"Yes, Senor Tomaso."
"It must be costly shipping."
"So it is," sighed Don Luis, "and yet the ore is rich enough to bear easily the cost of shipping."