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Tisco, rushing from the office building. To the secretary Gato paid no heed. He was close to Tom now, circling cautiously around the young engineer. Harry, though not at all minded to bolt, had stepped back far enough to give Reade elbow room. "Stop, Gato!" shouted Don Luis. "It is I who command it I, Don Luis. Throw your knife on the ground." Gato snarled, but he was cowed.
No matter what happened to him afterwards, Don Luis was now furiously bent on getting the young engineers off on the lonely mountain trail where Gato and his comrades were lying in wait for the two young Americans. "I shall have no more questions for you, for the present," Senor Honda replied. "Just now I wish to have some conversation with these Americans."
For either good or bad reasons it will be best to let him go." "You are right, Carlos," nodded the mine owner quickly. Then, raising his voice: "My good Gato, you shall have your wish," he went on, in his purring tone. "Yet do not think there is anger behind my words. I let you go because it is your wish. I do not so decide that I may humiliate you, but because you have served me well.
I walked about till I heard the words of the song: Segnai mi gera un gato, E ti me carezzevi. It was Tremerello bringing me my coffee. I acquainted him with my scruples and spared nothing to excite his fears. I found him staunch in his desire to SERVE, as he said, TWO SUCH COMPLETE GENTLEMEN. This was strangely at variance with the sheep's face he wore, and the name we had just given him.
However, I will say that, when daylight comes, we will hide not far from here. None of you know the Americanos by sight. I will point them out to you as they pass by in the daylight." "And then what?" pressed one of the rough men. "Are we to kill the Americanos from ambush?" "Eh?" gasped Tom Reade, with a start. "If you have to," nodded Pedro Gato. "Though, in that case, I shall call you clumsy.
"All I know," sighed Harry, "is that I want, as speedily as possible, to put as much distance as possible between us and Don Luis's home." "We'll go out through the front door, though, when we go," Tom proposed. "We won't sneak." They did not encounter Gato on the way back to the big, white house. Though they did not know it, the boys were being trailed by the alert, barefooted Nicolas.
Clear this stuff out and get it up in the ore cage. Clear this tunnel floor with all the speed you comfortably can." "Perhaps the senor will explain?" suggested the foreman. "These caballeros are the new engineers in charge of the mine," said Dr. Tisco. "Ah! So? Then if Pedro Gato will only give the order " began the foreman.
Even when I had you in front of me, and my eyes on you, you managed to knock me down." "Oh, no!" laughed Tom. "The credit for this stunt belongs to good little Nicolas!" The servant uttered a protesting cry, but too late. Tom had spoken indiscreetly. "Nicolas! You? You little mountain rat of a peon!" growled Gato. "Excellent! I am glad I know, for I shall destroy you."
And he will do it. He is a ferocious fellow." "Humph!" muttered Tom. "If your feet don't mind, my good Nicolas, I have a good mind to send Gato another and much shorter note. Is it far to go!" "N-not very far," said Nicolas, though he began to quake. "Of course, I shall pay you well for this and all the other trouble you are taking on my account," Tom continued, gently.
I felt that I was near my goal, after having safely gone through many dangers. Once across the Puerto del Gato, two nights of travel would place me outside of the farthest Spanish pickets and bring me among friends, far beyond chance of pursuit, and I also knew that the mere knowledge of my presence in the rebel camp would cause all thought of pursuit to be dropped.
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