Savvy ?" "We don't know your other name, sir," rejoined Tom, eyeing the bad man with every outward sign of courtesy.
"I'm just plain Pete.

Savvy that?
"Certainly, Plain Pete," Reade nodded.
Pete dropped his soup spoon with a clatter letting his right hand fall to the holster.
"Be quiet, Pete," warned Blaisdell, his eyes shooting a cold glance at the angry man.

"Reade is a newcomer, not used to our ways yet.

Remember that this is a gentleman's club." "Then let him get out," warned Pete blackly.
"He belongs here by right, Pete, and you're a guest.

Of course we enjoy having you here with us, but, if you don't care to take us as you find us, the fellows in the chainmen's mess will be glad to have you join them." "That tenderfoot is only a boy," growled Pete.