It was quitting time and Pablo, who with four Mexican laborers had been at work grading the yard and removing the rubbish that had accumulated incident to building, dismissed his helpers. The surveyor was gloomily contemplating the pile of boxes, bales and crates on the front porch. Evidently there was something not to the surveyor's liking.
"Senor Lee."
The surveyor turned sharply to face the Mexican, whose dark features were glowing with pleasure. "Well?"
"Pardon, but Senor Lee seems not pleased. Is not the work well done?"
"The work is all right, Pablo. You have done well. It is not that. I was wishing I had nerve enough to tackle another job."
The Mexican smiled. "Oh, Senor, you make fun. What can not El Senor do?
He can do everything."
"There is a job here all right I don't sabe, Pablo." Abe turned again to the pile of household goods.
"Si Senor, me sabe. It is that La Senorita come pronto an' Senor Lee would have the house what you call ready."
Abe started at the tone of quiet conviction. "How the devil do you know that La Senorita is coming?" he asked sharply.
The answer came with a flash of white teeth: "For what else does El Senor hurry so the house? For what else does he all time cry—'Pronto! pronto!' and go not much to the other work but stay all time here? And is there not all this—" He waved his hand gracefully to indicate the household goods. "For who should it be that Senor Lee is hurry so? When Texas Joe come say—'Senor Worth is here,' I think quick some time La Senorita come. I work for Senor Worth, as La Senorita send word, that I may be near. All time I work I say—'It is for La Senorita.' Pretty quick now she come and with Senor Lee will be happy to live in the house he make."