this time of the year. Consider our sufferings, then, in the pueblo. If this goes on, our beasts must die."
"Water is a thing which cannot be denied men who were Christian-born, for the benefit of lazy Indians who make a pretense of Christianity for the sake of their bellies, my good padres," Comisionado Felix said. "I was a soldier in this country many years; I have helped drive these savages to the baptismal font even here at San Fernando, and I say there is no justice in taking from men who were created in God's image to give to such as they."
Felix spoke with great earnestness, evidently sincere in his belief that the rights of the pueblo were being denied in favor of these beings whom he contemned, and placed among the inferiors of creation.
"There are two fountains wasting water constantly," Alvitre charged with severity, speaking to Padre Mateo as if he would humble him for what had gone before. "Must Indians have fountains to put their dusty toes in? Enough water is wasted in these two fountains every day to make many little gardens green."
"How many people are there in the pueblo now?" Padre Ignacio inquired, turning suddenly to Felix.
"More than five hundred, padre. They arrive on every ship."
"There is water enough in the river where the road crosses it to enter the pass, to supply three times that many people, and all their gardens, all
