his hand on Juan's shoulder before Captain del Valle. "I have brought him out to prevent the pollution of this sacred place by blood. The most awful penalty that holy church can pronounce rests on the heads of these guilty men who have torn this refugee from the altar. Turn, Captain del Valle, and ride away with these outlaws who have profaned God's house at your command."
"The irons!" said Captain del Valle.
"This is the protest of holy church against your tyranny, Captain del Valle. I shall not surrender this man to your irons."
"You can protest away, then, my good padre," Captain del Valle said, insolently defiant. "We have what we came for. The irons!"
Two soldiers yielded their pieces to their comrades and laid hold of Juan, to bring his arms behind him to receive the irons. Poor old Padre Ignacio, shocked almost to speechlessness by this barbarous defiance of sacred authority, interposed once more.
"On pain of excommunication"
"Peace, old man!" Captain del Valle rudely checked him. "There are no terrors"
A hiss, like a quick-swung blade cleaving the air; a sharp blow, as a man striking himself with open hand upon the chest. Captain del Valle rose in his stirrups, rigid in a moment of mortal agony, plucking vainly at an arrow that had driven through his breast. Sergeant Olivera sprang to his side, easing him as he fell.
