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They said they were heartily sorry for their actions and were anxious to return to Mission life, but hesitated about laying down their arms for fear of summary punishment. The gentiles still fomented trouble by working on the fears of the neophytes, but owing to Argüello's granting a general pardon, they were finally, in June, induced to return, and the revolt was at an end.

The two friends took la Argüello's advice, and went to an eating-house, where Carriazo supped on what they set before him, and Avendaño on what he had brought with him, to wit, thoughts and fancies.

This was young Arguello's first taste of command, and life was dull on the northern peninsula; he would have welcomed a declaration of war. Davidov and Langsdorff had come to shore in one of the JUNO'S canoes. The conversation was held in Latin between the two men of learning. "Who are you and whence come you?" asked the priest.

In company with half a hundred other young people in automobiles, she astonished South of Market Street, one beautiful spring day the spring was making desperate assaults upon the lingering winter and amidst much mock solemnity and many cheers, deposited into the chiselled crypt of one of the great concrete blocks upon which the building would rest, a strong-box containing three of Concha Argüello's Baja California pearls, several family daguerreotypes, and the original deed of sale which had transferred the property from the city to the first James Otis.

"Vengeance is mine and I will repay;" such was the text of Padre Arguello's discourse that hot October day, before his little congregation in Bolinas.

She had begged Sister María Sal the sister of Luis Argüello's first wife to tell it her, but the old nun had reproved her sharply for sinful curiosity and upon one occasion boxed her ears. But tonight she might be in a softer mood, and Teresa resolved that when the last rites were over she would make her talk of Concha Argüello.

Concha had told him of Don Jose Arguello's ambition that his children in their youth should have the education he had been forced to acquire in his manhood; he had taught them himself, and notwithstanding his piety and the disapproval of the priests, had permitted them to read the histories, travels, and biographies he received once a year from the City of Mexico.

Rezanov exchanged a few pleasant words with his smiling hostess before she returned to her distracted maids preparing the dinner; but his eyes during Arguello's declamation had wandered with a singular fidelity to the beautiful face of the eldest daughter of the house. She had responded with a humorous twinkle in her magnificent black eyes and not a hint of diffidence.

"I am hungry and I want some luncheon!" "Then we'll return this afternoon." There was determination in his voice. "We will hardly have time if we visit Luis Argüello's home at the Presidio," I objected. "All right, we'll take it in tomorrow, then." Hastening on, we were soon in the midst of the huddled houses of the Latin quarter.

If Rezanov was not gifted with the prospector's sense for ores although he had taken note of Arguello's casual reference to a vein of silver and lead in the Monterey hills no man ever more thoroughly appreciated the visible resources of California than he.