in. "Order the motor.... By the way, what are the Indians doing?"
"They've left with Huascar."
"All of them?"
"Yes, señorita."
"Without saying a word?"
"Not a word, señorita."
"Who paid them off?"
"They refused to take any money. Huascar ordered them to."
"And what of the Island coolies?"
"They have not been near the place."
"But the dead man ... and the wounded?"
"The Chinamen take them back to their own quarters."
"Funny people.... Tell them to bring the motor round."
While speaking she had put on a bonnet, and now drew on her gloves.
"I shall drive," she said to the liveried negro boy who brought round the car.
As they shot toward the Muelle Darsena, Dick admired the coolness with which she took the machine through the twisting streets. The boy, crouching at their feet, was evidently used to the speed, and showed no terror as they grazed walls and corners.
"Do you do a great deal of motoring out here?"
