Make a move as though to draw a pistol, and Gato may run away instead of sighting his rifle once more at you." "Now I know you, Gato, for the wolfish coward that you are," Tom Reade shouted mockingly.

"You are desperately afraid when you won't meet me, unarmed as I am." "If Senor Reade is so utterly brave when he has no weapons," thought the barefooted servant, "then if he had a gun in his hand he would be the bravest man in all the world!" "I guess that yellow dog isn't going to bark at us again, just now," laughed Tom, carelessly, when some moments had passed without another shot.

"Doubtless, the fellow was frightened away by the sound of his own rifle." "That shot was a warning," chattered Nicolas.

"It is his way of sending you his defiance.

When Gato fires again he will try in earnest to kill you, and he will keep on firing until he succeeds.
Oh, _mi caballero_, if you will give me some more of your Americano money, I will hasten about until I find some one who will sell me a gun for you.