“The work has to be done. If these city people worked, they would not have the time to quarrel.”
“Oh, wouldn’t they,” he said, “that’s all you know of men. But, look here, how can I get to Anselmo?”
“You are not going to fight?”
“I’ve been trusted with a message to Don Manuel. If he is to be at Anselmo, I must try to get there to meet him. You’re sure it is Anselmo?”
“The men from here went there last night.”
“And how can I get there?”
“The ore-train to Piedras Blancas, going to-night,” she said, “would take you to within ten miles of it, so Hernando says.”
“Could I go in that?”
“Uncle Philip will speak to the engine driver.”
“Oh, thank you. At what time would the train reach the place within ten miles of Anselmo?”