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sentimentalists to deal with.’‘I don’t know that I understand you, Don Martin,’ saidMrs. Gould, coldly, preserving the low key of their conversation.‘But, speaking as if I did, who is the other?’‘The great Holroyd in San Francisco, of course,’ Decoudwhispered, lightly. ‘I think you understand me very well.Women are idealists; but then they are so perspicacious.’But whatever was the reason of that remark, disparagingand complimentary at the same time, Mrs. Gould seemednot to pay attention to it. The name of Holroyd had given anew tone to her anxiety.‘The silver escort is coming down to the harbour tomorrow;a whole six months’ working, Don Martin!’ she criedin dismay.‘Let it come down, then,’ breathed out Decoud, earnestly,almost into her ear.‘But if the rumour should get about, and especially if itturned out true, troubles might break out in the town,’ objectedMrs. Gould.Decoud admitted that it was possible. He knew well thetown children of the Sulaco Campo: sullen, thievish, vindictive,and bloodthirsty, whatever great qualities theirbrothers of the plain might have had. But then there wasthat other sentimentalist, who attached a strangely idealisticmeaning to concrete facts. This stream of silver must bekept flowing north to return in the form of financial backingfrom the great house of Holroyd. Up at the mountainin the strong room of the mine the silver bars were worthless for his purpose than so much lead, from which at least