Dominguez made a light, and exclaimed in amazement, and lifted his candle high.
"What is this?" he asked, turning in astonishment to Padre Mateo. "A monk went out, a cavalier returns! God save us! what is this?"
There Juan Molinero stood, in his short jacket and tight pantaloons which his long gown had hidden, Sebastian Alvitre's pistols strapped around him, the robber's sabre at his side. Close at his heels the young Indian, Cristóbal, was standing, a gleam of white teeth in his dark face, the long brown gown across his arm.
"I stripped it off, Padre Mateo, so I'd be free in case of a fight," said Juan.
