"But the Americanos procured my discharge.

And that was humiliation enough." "Yet what difference does it make, Gato.

As soon as Don Luis is through with the Americanos he will restore you to your old position." "It is because the Americanos treated me with such contempt," retorted Pedro.

"No man sneers at me and lives." "You unhung bandit!" muttered Tom under his breath.

"Why don't you tell your bandit friends that you are angry because of the trouncing I gave you before a lot of men?
But I suppose you hate to lose caste, even before such ragged specimens as your friends." Suddenly one of the men around the fire snatched at his rifle.
Next scattering the embers of the fire, the fellow threw himself down flat, peering down the road.
"The troops are coming," he whispered.