human
You hear yet Señor Cavendish?
gpt
No. Westcott hesitated an instant, but decided not to explain further.
human
He must be away, I think.
gpt
What you do if you no hear at all?
human
We'll go on with the digging ourselves, José. It'll pay wages until I can interest capital somewhere to come in on shares.
gpt
You no sell Lacy then?
human
Sell Lacy! Not in a thousand years. What put that in your head?
gpt
You know Señor Moore--no hair so?
human
Sure; what about him?
gpt
He meet me at the spring; he come up the trail from Haskell on horseback with another man not belong 'round here.
human
What did he look like--big, red-faced fellow, with checked suit and round hat?
gpt
But what was it Moore said to you, José?
human
He cussed me first, an' when I wouldn't move, he swore that Lacy would own this whole hill before thirty days.
gpt
Was that all? Didn't the other fellow say anything?
human
No, _señor_; but he swung his horse against me as they went by--he mighty poor rider.
gpt
No doubt; that is not one of the amusements of the Bowery. Where did they go? Up to La Rosita?
human
Things are growing interesting, José, he said cheerfully.
gpt
If I only knew just which way the cat was about to jump I'd be somewhat happier. There seemed to be more light than usual across the gulch as I came up--what's going on?
human
They have put on more men, _señor_--a night shift. Last night I went in our drift clear to the end, and put my ear to the rock. It was far away, but I hear.
gpt
No, no, José; that's impossible. Why, their tunnel as over a hundred yards away; not even the sound of dynamite would penetrate that distance through solid rock. You heard your heart beat.
human
No, _señor_, and José was upon his feet gesticulating.
gpt
It was the pick--strike, strike, strike; then stop an' begin, strike, strike, strike again. I hear, I know.
human
Then they must be running a lateral, hoping to cut across our vein somewhere within their lines.
gpt
And will that give them the right, _señor_?