But when Marty spoke Don José started upright in his chair and stared—then arose.
"By goodness! it is so!" he exclaimed. "Pardon! I did not recognize. It is, then, that you have assumed the dress of my countrymen?"
"We have to go over into Mexico and we thought it would be better if we dressed in this way," Janice explained.
"It is so," agreed the old gentleman, nodding vigorously. "And when would you go?"
"As soon as possible. But there is something——"
"Manuel is going this evening with an empty wagon," the don said. "He will take you to La Guarda for five dollars each."
"Five dollars Mex?" put in Marty shrewdly.
"But, yes."
"Oh! but how about Tom Hotchkiss——" broke in Janice.
"That feller in the red vest—the American talking with you in the store, Don José?" questioned Marty. "We want to talk to you about him."