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11 spoke rapidly in Quichua, his eyes flaming. Then, throwing his poncho over his shoulder, he went out.

Maria-Teresa sat silent for a while, toying with her pencil.

"What did he say?" asked Dick.

That he was going, and that I should never see him again."

"He looked furious."

"Oh, he is not dangerous. It is a way they have. He says he did everything he could to prevent the trouble.... He is a good man himself, but his gang are hopeless. You have no idea what a nuisance these Indians are. Proud as Lucifer, and as lazy as drones.... I shall never employ another one."

"Wouldn't that make trouble?"

"It might! But what else can I do? I can't have all my coolies killed off like that."

"And what of Huascar?"

"He will do as he pleases.... He was brought up in the place, and was devoted to my mother."

"It must be hard for him to leave."

"I suppose so."

"And you wouldn't do anything to keep him?"

"No.... Goodness, we are forgetting all about your uncle!" She rang, and a man came