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Choquet had to leave with his men, as he dared not take the responsibility of being away with so many men without the consent of Rivera; and, to the padre's great sorrow, the work had to cease. In March of 1778 Captain Carrillo was sent to chastise hostile Indians at Pamó who had sent insolent messages to Captain Ortega.
Among the children finding homes in Monterey was Apolinaria. Pleased with her appearance, when he saw her at the disembarkation, Don Raimundo Carrillo, a well-known and powerful personage in the new country, decided to take her into his own family, consisting of himself, his wife and three small children.
Finally, breaking a silence of several minutes, the old man spoke. "This is the home of my fathers," he said. "All that is left. They counted their land in hundreds of acres. Now only a few acres remain, just as much as you can see. What little is left will go when I go and the Carrillo home will be no more." John felt the mood of the elderly aristocrat of other days. He stood silent.
"I don't THINK I want to see anyone; Miss Carrillo sent for me," said John, wondering if this would be the password and feeling a thrill go up his backbone at the thought he might be at the wrong place. "What's your name?" "Gallant John Gallant." "Why didn't you say so in the first place? What do you think I am, a mind reader?
Apolinaria was not adopted by the Carrillos she filled, in some measure, the place of a servant, while, at the same time, she was regarded as one of the family in all domestic relations, and became a companion, in many respects, to Senora Carrillo, who was an invalid.
His mother met them at the door. She had doffed her kitchen apron and her face was slightly flushed from the heat of the range, he knew as she smiled at Consuello with an extended hand. "Miss Carrillo, my mother," John said. "I'm happy to meet you, Miss Carrillo," Mrs. Gallant said. "John has spoken so often to me of you that I really feel I know you."
Don Ygnacio Carrillo wore a dark blue broadcloth suit with black velvet lapels and cuffs, a spotless, stiffly starched, pleated linen shirt and a loose black silk bow tie. His fluffy white hair contrasted beautifully, John thought, with his skin, tinted a pale amber. The gracious hospitality of his hosts, so typical of the pioneers of the early southland, had put John completely at his ease.
Unable to see his hand before his face he stopped to accustom his eyes to the absence of any light. A voice spoke out of the dark: "Do you wish to see anyone?" it asked. "Miss Carrillo," he answered, having an uncanny feeling as he spoke to someone he could not see and yet whom he know was close at hand. "Miss Carrillo is on the set was she expecting you?" the voice asked.
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