" He departed for the house
to return presently with an anticipatory smile on his dusky
countenance. "Don Miguel say to me, _senor_: 'Pablo, any people she's
stay my house he's do what she please.' _Gracias_, Senor Parker." And
he pouched the bill. "_Mille gracias, senor_."
"Pray, do not mention it, Pablo."
"All right," Pablo agreed. "Eef you don't like eet, well, I don' tell
somebody!"
CHAPTER XXV
Bill Conway driving up the San Gregorio in his prehistoric automobile,
overtook Kay and her mother walking home from the Mission, and drove
them the remainder of the distance back to the hacienda. Arrived here,
old Conway resurrected the stolen spark plugs and returned them to
Parker's chauffeur, after which he invited himself to luncheon.
Apparently his raid of the night previous rested lightly on his
conscience, and Parker's failure to quarrel with him lifted him
immediately out of any fogs of apprehension that may have clouded his
sunny soul.
"Hello, Conway," Parker greeted him, as the old contractor came into
the dining room and hung his battered old hat on a wall peg. "Did you
bring back my spark plugs?"
"Did better'n that," Conway retorted. "The porcelain on one plug was
cracked and sooner or later you were bound to have trouble with it. So
I bought you a new one."
"Do any good for yourself in El Toro this morning?"
"Nope. Managed to put over a couple of deals that will help the boy
out a little, though.
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