Mr. Roscommon laid his finger beside his nose and said softly, "Whishky!" PART II.--IN THE COURTS CHAPTER VI HOW A GRANT WAS GOT FOR IT While the Blue Mass Company, with more zeal than discretion, were actively pursuing Pedro and Wiles over the road to Tres Pinos, Senors Miguel and Manuel were comfortably seated in a fonda at Monterey, smoking cigarritos and discussing their late discovery.
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