Frank was sure that the other gave a queer start and changed color a bit. But if so he was quickly recovered.
For smilingly he said:
“Senor Reade, I shall drink to your health.”
Then from a closet near the ranchero produced a quaint old flagon and some silver drinking mugs.
Into this he poured some of the richest wine that Frank had ever seen.
“This is better than pulque, senor,” declared Don Casnova with a smile. “Drink to success.”
“Amen!” said Frank.
He took a draught of the wine. It was rich and gratifying to his taste.
He drained the glass.
“Another, senor,” insisted Casnova.