It would be as much as your life is worth." "Why?
Is Gato on the warpath for us ?" Tom questioned.
"I fear so," Nicolas answered.

"Don't let him see you." "But I must see him, if the fellow is out for us," muttered Tom.
"Show me where he is." "He and three or four men are camped just around there," said the Mexican servant, pointing.
"Come along, Harry," Tom whispered.

"Go cat-foot." Ere the young engineers came in sight around the turn a slight glow of light against the stones caught their glance.

Tom held a hand behind him as a signal to Hazelton to slow up.

Then Reade peered around a jutting ledge of rock.
On the ground, around a low camp-fire, were seated four Mexicans.
Two of the number had rifles, that lay on the ground near them.
Behind them, an ugly scowl on his face, sat Gato, his back resting against a rock.
"But you will not find your enemies out here to-night, Senor Gato," softly remarked one of the quartette around the fire.
"No," admitted Gato, in a growling voice.
"Then why are we waiting here ?" "Because it pleases me," snapped the big fellow.