You keep the gun yourself." "_Muy bien, senor_," (very good, sir) agreed Nicolas, meekly.
"It is better that I should carry the weapon then, for I am truly worthless.

I am but a _peon_." "Oh, confound you!" choked Harry.

"I didn't mean that.

You're one of the best fellows on earth, Nicolas, for you're a man that can be trusted.

Better unstrap that belt of cartridges from Gato, too." The big Mexican ground his teeth and cursed in helpless rage while the little servant stripped him of the belt and adjusted it about his own waist.
"Now, let's get along," Reade urged.