Now, you've gone and written your name in Gato's bad books for certain." "I have, senor," the _peon_ admitted.

"Gato will take delight in cutting my throat for me one of these days." "Great Scott!" Reade gasped, shivering.

"That's cheerful." "So that, perhaps, senor," suggested the _peon_, slyly, "you will be willing to take me with you to your own country.

Perhaps there, also, you will be able to give me work as your servant." "Rest assured of one thing, Nicolas.

If we can get you safely over on to the American side of the border we'll look after you properly." "I am very grateful, senor," protested Nicolas, humbly.
"But we're a long way from the American border as yet," Tom went on.
"You will get there safely, senor," predicted the _peon_.