Ganza's comprehensive glance had taken in every member of the party, as well as the luxurious furnishings of the Salvador's cabin, which seemed to please his aesthetic taste.
"I ask to be inform, being in ignorance, if three people may ride in one flying-machine," he blandly announced, looking from one face to another as if uncertain whom to address.
"Three?" asked Cumberford, as if puzzled.
"Yes. I see that one young lady and two men are missing from your party."
"I suppose three can ride, if need be," muttered Cumberford. "Is your mission here to gain information concerning aëroplanes?"
"Only in part, señor."
The Mexican's features had hitherto been composed and smiling, despite the stern and mistrustful looks he encountered on all sides. But now, perhaps understanding that these Americans were not easily to be cajoled, his own face grew somber and lowering and he said in a sharp, incisive manner: "You prefer to discuss business only?"
"We do, sir," was the reply, Mr. Cumberford continuing to act as spokesman.
"Very nice. I have a wish to invite you all to my island, where you shall be my respected guests. My mansion shall be at your service; my servants shall obey your commands; you shall delight in the grand scenery and enjoy yourselves as you will."