another the result of his wilfulness. "They have seen authority struck down; they are following the example set before their eyes."
"They seem to be having a good time," Juan said, still not struck by any contrite pang.
"It is not authorized, they did not ask permission to play fiesta this night," Padre Ignacio said, his voice, shocked, injured, the disappointment bitter for him to bear.
"Must they ask permission to laugh and sing?" Juan inquired, unable to see where anybody had room for injury in the innocent scene before their eyes.
"This is permitted only on days of fiesta, when it is proclaimed."
"It is a hard matter to be happy by proclamation, I am afraid. They get the good out of it when it's spontaneous, when they do it because they feel like dancing and singing. I know I wouldn't like for anybody to point a pistol at my head and tell me to sing, padre."
"The sad thing is this, Juan Molinero: the hand that was over them has been removed for the hour; they poach upon that authority like thieves. Perhaps tomorrow, when it comes time to go to the fields, they will stand with idle hands. That is the sad thing, to think they may fail us, now Don Geronimo is down."
"A man's loyalty cannot be won with a whip, Padre Ignacio."
"I have been gentle with them always, even
