"Fiddlesticks; on your way. You're wasting your breath arguing with me."
Don Mike knew it. "Well, let me have a set of the plans," he concluded sulkily.
Bill Conway handed him out a roll of blue-prints and Farrel mounted Panchito and returned to the hacienda. The blue-prints he hid in the barn before presenting himself at the house. He knew his absence from the breakfast-table would not be commented upon, because for a week, during the round-up of the cattle, he and Pablo and the latter's male relatives who helped in the riding, had left the hacienda at daylight after partaking of a four o'clock breakfast.
CHAPTER XXIX
"We've been waiting for you, Miguel, to motor with us to El Toro," Kay greeted him as he entered the patio.
"So sorry to have delayed you, Kay. I'm ready to start now, if you are."
"Father and mother are coming also. Where have you been? I asked Pablo, but he didn't know."
"I've been over to Bill Conway's camp to tell him to quit work on that dam."
The girl paled slightly and a look of apprehension crept into her eyes. "And—and—he's—ceasing operations?" she almost quavered.