The Young Engineers in Mexico | Page 2

a Panama hat of fine texture and weave.
The house of which the broad veranda was a part, was a low, two-story
affair in stone, painted white. Through the middle of the house
extended the drive-way leading into a large court in which a fountain
played. Around the upper story of the house a balcony encircled the
court and around the windows there were also small balconies.
Many servants, most of them male, ministered to the wants of those in
the house. There were gardeners, hostlers, drivers, chauffeurs and other
employs, making a veritable colony of help that was housed in small,
low white houses well to the rear.
Some thirty acres of grounds had been rendered beautiful by the work
of engineers, architects and gardeners. Nature, on this estate, had been
forced, for the natural soil was stony and sterile, in keeping with the
mountains and the shallow valleys in this part of the little and
seldom-heard-of state of Bonista.
To the eastward lay, at a distance of some two miles, one of the sources
of Senor Montez's wealth El Sombrero Mine, producing some silver
and much more gold. At least so the owner claimed.
It was Senor Luis Montez himself who had gone to the nearest railway
station, seventy miles distant, and there had made himself known, that
forenoon, to the two young engineers from the United States.
Tom and Harry had come to El Sombrero at the invitation of Montez.
After many careful inquiries as to their reputation and standing in their
home country, Montez had engaged the young men as engineers to help
him develop his great mine. Nor had he hesitated to pay the terms they
had named--one thousand dollars, gold, per month, for each, and all
expenses paid.
Over mountain trails, through the day, much of the way had of
necessity been made slowly. Wherever the dusty, irregular roads had
permitted greater speed, the swarthy Mexican who had served Senor
Montez as chauffeur on the trip had opened wide on the speed. At the

end of their long automobile ride Tom and Harry fairly ached from the
jolting they had received.
"There are other beautiful features of this gr-r-rand country of mine,"
the Mexican mine owner continued, lighting his second cigar. "I am a
noble, you know, Senor Tomaso. In my veins flows the noble blood of
the hidalgos of good old Spain. My ancestors came here two hundred
and fifty years ago, and ever since, ours has been truly a Mexican
family that has preserved all of the most worthy traditions of the old
Spanish nobles. We are a proud race, a conquering one. In this part of
Bonista, I, like my ancestors, rule like a war lord."
"You don't have much occupation at that game, do you, senor?" Tom
asked, with an innocent smile.
"That--that--game?" repeated Senor Montez, with a puzzled look at his
young guest.
"The game of war lord," Reade explained. "Mexico is not often at war,
is she?"
"Not since she was forced to fight your country, Senor Tomaso, as you
help to remind me," pursued Montez, without a trace of offense.
"Though I was educated in your country, I confess that, at times, your
language still baffles me. What I meant to say was not 'war lord,'
but--but--"
"Over lord?" suggested Reade, politely.
"Ah, yes! Perhaps that better expresses what I mean. In Mexico we
have laws, senor, to be sure. But they are not for caballeros like
myself--not for men who can boast of the blood of Spanish hidalgos. I
am master over these people for many miles around. Absolute master!
Think you any judge would dare sign a process against me, and send
peon officers of the law to interfere with me? No! As I tell you, I, Luis
Montez, am the sole master here among the mountains. We have laws
for the peons (working class), but I--I make my own laws."

"Does it take much of your time, may I ask?"
"Does what take much of my time?" repeated Senor Montez, again
looking puzzled.
"Law making," explained Tom Reade.
Montez shot a swift look at the young engineer. He wondered if the
American were making fun of him. But Reade's face looked so simple
and kindly, his eyes so full of interest, that the Mexican dismissed the
thought.
"I spend no time in making laws--unless I need them," the Mexican
continued. "I make laws only as the need arises, and I make them to
suit myself. I interpret the laws as I please for my own pleasure or
interests. Do you comprehend?"
"I think so," Tom nodded. "Many of the big corporations in my country
do about the same thing, though the privilege has not yet been extended
to individuals in the United States."
"Here," continued the