falling from the bough at night. Sebastian Alvitre caught his breath with a choking sharp gasp, flung out his hands and fell upon his face, the cross beneath his body.
"The Indians!"
The man who had held Padre Ignacio in his insolent strength gave this alarm, plunging down the embankment of the dam as he spoke. His companions followed. While the two priests and the governor bent over the fallen man, the raiders mounted and rode hard toward the hills.
"An arrow!" Padre Ignacio muttered.
"It was heaven-sent, it saved my life!" the governor said.
Padre Mateo was looking toward the willows which fringed the margin of the lake.
"There are two men yonder!" Governor de Arrillaga said, pointing.
"Advance!" Padre Mateo cried, his voice trembling with emotion indescribable, a quick strange gladness that thrilled him to the marrow.
The two men were only a few yards distant; Padre Ignacio ran a little way to meet them, stopped, his hands lifted in astonishment.
"Juan Molinero! Cristóbal! Juan!" he said, amazement making his utterance weak.
Juan leaped forward like a man from his prison door, to fall on his knees at Padre Ignacio's feet. The wondering priest laid his hands in benediction on the young man's head, lifted him gently, saying
