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"Very well. We'll put the matter into the hands of the Justicia."

"It is equal," Oliva declared with passion. "You have me marked as a

thief. The port officials give me no more work and my friends talk. At

the Justicia all the world hears my defense."

"As you like," said Stuyvesant, but the storekeeper turned to Oliva with

a contemptuous grin.

"I allow you're not such a blamed fool," he remarked. "Take the chance

they've given you and get from under before the roof falls in."

Oliva pondered for a few moments, his eyes fixed on Stuyvesant's unmoved

face, and then shrugged with an air of injured resignation.

"It is a grand scandal, but I make my bill."

He moved slowly to the door, but paused as he reached it, and gave Dick a

quick, malignant glance. Then he went out and the storekeeper asked

Stuyvesant: "What are you going to do with me?"

"Fire you right now. Go along to the pay-clerk and give him your time. I

don't know if that's all we ought to do; but we'll be satisfied if you

and your partner get off this camp."

"I'll quit," said the storekeeper, who turned to Dick. "You're a smart

kid, but we'd have bluffed you all right if the fool had allowed he used

the same cement."

Then he followed Oliva, and Stuyvesant got up.

"That was Oliva's mistake," he remarked. "I saw where you were leading

him and you put the questions well. Now, however, you'll have to take on

his duties until we get another man."

They left the testing-house, and as Bethune and Dick walked up the valley

the former said: "It's my opinion that you were imprudent in one respect.

You showed the fellows that it was you who found them out. It might have

been better if you had, so to speak, divided the responsibility."

"They've gone, and that's the most important thing," Dick rejoined.

"From the works. It doesn't follow that they'll quit Santa Brigida.

Payne, the storekeeper, is of course an American tough, but I don't think

he'll make trouble. He'd have robbed us cheerfully, but I expect he'll

take his being found out as a risk of the game; besides, Stuyvesant will

have to ship him home if he asks for his passage. But I didn't like the

look Oliva gave you. These dago half-breeds are a revengeful lot."

"I'm not in the town often and I'll be careful if I go there after dark.

To tell the truth, I didn't want to interfere, but I couldn't let the

rogues go on with their stealing."

"I suppose not," Bethune agreed. "The trouble about doing your duty is

that it often costs you something."