"I couldn't, anyway.

I am not armed.
I never was enough afraid of any one to carry weapons.

But let Gato go on with his knife.

If he fails, then I shall hit him until my arm aches." "Stop, Senor Reade! I command it!" cried Don Luis, imperiously.
"And you, Gato, throw down your knife.

I will not have fighting here among men who must be friends." But Gato, after hearing himself described as a coward, saw only red before his eyes.