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The paw kept swinging about like a pendulum for a few seconds, and was then suddenly thrust into the Padre's open mouth as he lay back asleep, and again giving him another smart crack, vanished as before. "Hobble, gobble," gurgled the Priest, nearly choked. "Ave Maria purissima, que bocado what a mouthful! What can that be?"
He had already solicited the padre's advice as to the history; the others all had heard of it; he gave them a number of the most harmless depositions to read; and set Saurez to work making his mark on the rest of the papers. During the reading and the accompanying lively discussion of the witnesses, he had them pause to witness Saurez' mark with their own names in the places provided.
Buck asked, after a pause. The Padre smiled. "I spoke to her. I put her on the right trail." "You spoke to her?" Buck's tone was half incredulous. "Did she recognize you?" The other nodded. "You see, I've not changed much except for my hair." "What did she do say?" The Padre's smile remained. "Said I should see her again." For some moments the two men faced each other across the room.
"Seems to me," he said, in his quiet, drawling voice, "the Padre sold his farm to help us out." "By Gee! that's so," exclaimed Curly, thumping a fist into the palm of his other hand. The brightening eyes lit with hope. The whole atmosphere of the place seemed to have lost something of its depression. Ike shook his head. "I'm gettin' out. But say, the Padre's a bully feller." Abe nodded.
The room was empty, but the door leading into a small side room, from which was an entrance into the church for the padre's use, stood open, and I knew he was in the church. At any other time I would have hesitated, but the traveler had spoken so sternly that I dared not delay, so went on into the church.
"How Padre Antonio can overlook such a breach of confidence and offense to the Church is more than I can understand!" "Ah! that shows the extent of her influence over him," answered Señora. "She has bewitched him with her wild ways he simply dotes on her!" "It's scandalous!" broke in her sister. "To my mind, it shows signs of the Padre's failing," rejoined the Señora sharply.
Beasley was watching too. He knew that the Padre's threat had been no idle one, but he meant to forestall its operation. The Padre was away to his home by now. Nothing that he could do could operate until the morning, when these men were sober. He had got this night, at least, in which to satisfy his evil whim. His opportunity came sooner than he expected.
The shepherd allowed her rhapsodies to answer themselves. Though his eyes betrayed his complacency, he had more serious work on hand, and, pointing upward, he commanded: "Fetch the padre's staff." Lady Jess now realized that obedience was the shortest road to freedom, so climbed and descended the rope again, with the ease gained by her gymnastic training under the "boys'" tuition.
"Ah," she said again, with a look in her eyes not pleasant to see, "and what brings you up here in the hills?" Hers was more than an ordinary curiosity. "I come to see the Padre who was with Phil when he left. And the Padre's a fair square sort, as I reckon him, but melancholy, almighty melancholy." "Yes, melancholy, I suppose," she said, "and fair square, as you say. And what did you say and do?"
They knew, none better, that once amidst that furnace which lay directly ahead it was something worse than an even chance of life. Buck wiped the dripping sweat out of his eyes that he might get a clearer view. The blaze of lightning was of no use to him. It only helped to make obscure that which the earthly fires were struggling to reveal. The Padre's horse was abreast of his saddle.
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