"I am describing what I saw with my own eyes," Tom insisted.
"You will sign this report, and at once!" quivered Don Luis Montez, a deadly look glittering in his eyes.
"I am quite satisfied that I shall never sign it," Tom retorted.
"That goes for me, too," put in Harry, stolidly.
"I feel that we have finished our work here, since we can do nothing more for you, Don Luis," Tom went on. "I therefore ask you to consider our engagement at an end. If you are disinclined to furnish us with transportation to the railway, then we can travel there on foot."
"Do you hear the Gringo, my good Carlos?" laughed Don Luis, derisively.
"I hear the fellow," indifferently replied Dr. Tisco, from the other end of the room.
"Will you furnish us with transportation from here?" Tom inquired.
"I will not," hissed Montez, allowing his rage to show itself now at its height. "You Gringo fools! Do you think you can defy me—that here, on my own estates, you can slap me in the face and ride away with laughter?"
"I haven't a desire in the world to slap your face," Tom rejoined, dryly. "All I wish and mean to do is to get back to my work in life."