CHAPTER III.
GATO STRIKES THE UP TRAIL "When you speak to me, Gringo," bellowed Pedro Gato, "you will--" "Stop, Greaser!" shot back Tom, sternly, though he did not even stir or raise his hands.
"Greaser ?" bellowed Pedro Gato.

"That is foul insult!" "Not more so than to call me a Gringo," Tom Reade went on coolly.
"So we are even, though I feel rather debased to have used such a word.

Gato, if you make the mistake, again, of using an offensive term when addressing me, I shall--well, I may show a somewhat violent streak." "You ?" sneered Gato.

Then something in the humor of the situation appealed to him.

He threw back his head and laughed loudly.
"Gringo," he began, "you will--" "Stop that line of talk, fellow," commanded Tom quietly.