As he did so Tom Reade's fist landed, sending the Greaser bully to earth.

The big fellow made several efforts to rise, but each time Tom's fist sent him flat again, until a final heavy blow silenced him.
"Don Luis," explained Tom, quietly, turning and bowing, "I can't begin to tell you how much I regret this unavoidable scene.

When I encountered this big bully I was at once tempted to resign my position here with you, for I realize, of course, that I cannot hope to go on with any such man in a position where I would have to depend so much upon his cheerful and friendly service.

I would have resigned, but I realize, Don Luis, how much expense you have gone to in the matter of getting us here, and I know, also, that there might be a good deal of delay in getting some one else to take our places." "Gato will not trouble you again," promised Don Luis, bowing charmingly.
"Of course not, sir," Tom rejoined.

"I couldn't work here and let him go on annoying me all the time.