Murillo laughed.
"You miserable gringo!" he exclaimed. "Do you think you can frighten me? Do you think you can drive me away with words? I have followed that girl a very long distance. She belongs to me by the promise of her father. She cannot run away from me! I will have her!"
"Look here, Señor Murillo," retorted Greg quietly, "if you don't move along, I'll throw you out of that window!"
The Mexican fell back, and his hand was thrust into his bosom.
"Touch me, and you'll regret it!" he hissed, keeping his black eyes fastened on Carker.
"Is it a knife or a pistol you have in your hand?" questioned Greg quietly. "I know you've reached for one or the other. All the same I'll make good by throwing you out of the window if you don't pass on!"
Teresa grasped Carker's arm and whispered in his ear:
"Wait! Here come the boyees!"
Ephraim and Barney were returning from the smoking compartment. The moment they saw Murillo they hurried forward, realizing that something unpleasant was taking place. Gallup uttered a cry of exasperation as he recognized the Mexican.
"Look here, Barney," he exclaimed, "here's old Wan! Consarn his pate, he's followed Juanita!"