he thinks of Juanita he grits his teeth in suppressed fury and chews his cigar to a pulp.
As for his captor's gratuitous information, that he is to be executed in the morning, nonsense! That is what an American would term a cold bluff. They would not dare to proceed to such an extremity. They have gone to dangerous lengths already.
At this moment his meditations are broken in upon by a key being inserted in the cell door. The door swings open and closes behind Father Hilario, the venerable padre of the little church of San Pedro. At sight of the priest, Ashley's composure returns.
"Good-morning, father," is his salutation. "I noticed you at the entrance to my lodgings for the night, and I should have spoken, but my friends rather insisted on my maintaining a strict silence. I believe 'callese' means keep your mouth shut, or something of that sort, does it not?"
"I have but a short time to remain," says Father Hilario, surveying with some wonder the composed face of the young man before him.
"Well, whatever your errand may be, I am indebted to you for this visit," remarks Jack. "It's confoundedly lonesome here. I will not apologize for my apartment, as it is not of my own selection. Now, what can I do for you, father, or what can you do for me?"
"My son, you are not of the faith of Rome, but I have called to offer you the consolation which a clergyman can extend in your last hours."
"Is it as bad as that? Really, I don't take any stock in this garroting business. I believe that is thrown in for theatrical effect."
Father Hilario shakes his head. "Captain Huerta is a desperate man," he avows. "There is nothing to prevent his wreaking his enmity upon you."
"Oh, is there not? Thank you, father, for the offer of your ministrations, but really, I do not believe I shall need them. Do not misunderstand me," Ashley adds, quickly, as a pained expression passes over the kindly face of the priest. "What I mean is that I have too
