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But all were silent and went into hiding when above the tops of the trees there grated like a rusty weathercock the "alma de gato" or "soul of the cat," a kind of light fawn-colored sparrow-hawk.
Gripping the mine manager by the captured arm, Tom threw him forcefully over his own shoulder. Pedro Gato landed, half-dazed, on the ground. Tom, snatching the knife, hurled it as far as he could throw it. Snarling, the big fellow started to rise. As he did so Tom Reade's fist landed, sending the Greaser bully to earth.
"If you wish to know whether you are to be under my instructions," Dr. Tisco continued, "I can assure you that you are not. I seldom give orders except as the direct I might say the directed mouthpiece of Don Luis." "I have a separate manager at the mine," added Don Luis. "You shall meet him to-morrow. His name is Pedro Gato.
He snorted mildly while the young army lieutenant explained why he had detained the engineers. "But these gentlemen are friends and employes," Don Luis explained. "What they tell you about Gato is quite true. Will you oblige me by releasing these gentlemen, Lieutenant." The young officer seemed to hesitate. "It's all a part of the comedy," whispered Tom, and Harry nodded.
I shall pay you just four times as much if you bring them to me as prisoners. Remember that. Before I despatch these infernal Gringos I shall want the fun of tormenting them." "Oh, you will eh?" thought Tom, with a slight shudder. "I heard, Gato," ventured one of the Mexicans, incautiously, "that one of the Americanos beat you fearfully that he threw you down and stamped on you."
Indeed, he might have been expected to eat one of them right then and there. Behind a shade in the office building Dr. Tisco stirred uneasily. "What did I say to you, Don Luis?" inquired the secretary. "Did I not suggest that these Gringos would not be easily controlled?" "Wait!" advised Don Luis Montez. "Wait! You have not yet seen what my Gato will do. He is not a baby."
"It is too public here to be to our liking." "You may go to a quieter place," nodded Gato. "You know where the place I showed you this afternoon. As for me, after the mule-train has left the mine, I must go there. I will join you before daybreak." "We'll go now, then," muttered one of the men, rising. They were coming up the road in the direction of the young engineers.
If you do, you will run straight into Pedro Gato, who has other men with him." "Gato?" whispered Harry. "What is he doing around here?" "There is no reason why we should care what he is doing," Tom returned. "He isn't in the employ of the mine. Come along, Harry." But Nicolas seized the young chief engineer by the arm. "Beat me, if you will, Senor Americano," pleaded Nicolas.
I would have resigned, but I realize, Don Luis, how much expense you have gone to in the matter of getting us here, and I know, also, that there might be a good deal of delay in getting some one else to take our places." "Gato will not trouble you again," promised Don Luis, bowing charmingly. "Of course not, sir," Tom rejoined. "I couldn't work here and let him go on annoying me all the time.
You treat me with proper respect and I'll do as much for you." But Gato snarled like a wild beast. He was not armed. With every man in these Bonista mountains afraid of him, Gato had never felt the need of carrying weapons. But now he plunged to the doorway of the shaft house, then came bounding back, flourishing a knife that he had snatched from one of the peons. "Back! Back, Gato!" shouted Dr.
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