The Young Engineers in Mexico

The Young Engineers in Mexico

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Title: The Young Engineers in Mexico
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 29, 2004 [eBook #12778]
Language: English
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THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO
or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers
by
H. IRVING HANCOCK

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. The Land of Golden Eggs II. The Wolf Who Showed His Teeth III.
Gato Strikes the Up Trail IV. Tom Does Some Sampling V. The Mine
That Did and Didn't VI. Watching the Midnight Lights VII. Don Luis's
Engineering Problem VIII. Dangling the Golden Bait IX. Don Luis

Shows His Claws X. The Spirit of a True Engineer XI. A Piece of Lead
in the Air XII. Nicolas Does an Errand XIII. Pining for the Good Old
U.S.A. XIV. Next to the Telegraph Key XV. The Job of Being an
Hidalgo XVI. Two Victims of Rosy Thoughts XVII. The Stranger in
the Tent XVIII. Craft--Or Surrender? XIX. The Hidalgo Plans
Gratitude XX. Two Real Signatures XXI. The Final Touch of Tragedy
XXII. Mr. Haynes Asks a Few Questions XXIII. The Engineer Turns
XXIV. Conclusion

CHAPTER I
THE LAND OF GOLDEN EGGS
Luis Montez, mine owner, stood on the broad veranda in front of his
handsome home, looking out over the country sweeping away to the
eastward.
"Gentlemen, you are in a land of golden promise," began Senor Montez,
with a smile and a bow. "I should call it more than promise. Why not?
My beloved country, Mexico, has been shipping gold to the world ever
since the days of Montezuma."
"Yes; in a mineral sense Mexico has truly a golden history," nodded
Tom Reade, one of the engineers to whom Montez was speaking.
"And a golden history in every sense," added Senor Montez, with a
quick rush of patriotism. "Mexico is the finest country on earth. And,
though we are neither as numerous in population, or as progressive as
your own great country, still Mexico has greater possibilities than the
United States."
Tom was too polite to argue that point. And Harry Hazelton, whom a
seventy-mile ride in an automobile over dusty roads, that day, had
rendered very drowsy, didn't consider an argument worth while.
"Mexico has almost incredible natural wealth," Montez went on, his
voice soft and purring, his eyes glowing with something that might
have passed for pride. "Yet, through all the centuries that white men

have been here, I am confident that not one per cent. of the country's
natural resources has yet been taken from the ground. Enough wealth
lies at man's beck and call to change the balance of power between the
nations of the world. I have been in your great city, New York. It is a
place of tremendous wealth. Yet, within ten years, gold enough can be
taken from the ground within a radius of twenty miles of here to buy
the whole great city of New York at any sane valuation."
"That purchase would require billions of dollars," broke in the practical
Hazelton.
"But the wealth is here," insisted Senor Montez, still smiling. "Truly,
caballeros, as I have told you, this is the land of golden--"
Again the Mexican paused, eloquently.
"The land of golden eggs?" suggested Harry.
For an instant there was a flash in the Mexican's eyes. Then the friendly
smile reappeared.
"Of course, you jest, senor," he replied, pleasantly.
"Not at all, Senor Montez," Hazelton assured him. "When gold is so
plentiful that it can be picked up everywhere, there must be a goose at
hand that lays golden eggs. Eggs are among the most common things
that we have. When gold nuggets are as large and as abundant as eggs
then we may properly call them golden eggs."
Senor Montez, flipped away the cigar that he had finished, and reached
for another. This he carefully cut at the end, lighting it with graceful,
elegant deliberation. The Mexican was a distinguished-looking man
above medium height. A little past forty years of age, he possessed all
the agility of a boy of twenty. Frequently his sudden, agile movements
indicated the possession of unusual strength. Dark, like most of his
countrymen, constant exposure to the tropical sun had made his face
almost the color of mahogany. His carriage was erect, every movement
instinctive with grace. Clad in a white linen suit, with white shoes, he

wore on his head