"Look at him! he eats salt!" Borromeo declared in excited wonder. "What admirable barbarian!"
"What is to be done with him?" Sergeant Olivera inquired.
"That is a question for Father Ignacio," Don Geronimo replied. "Well, my brave bear, if you have finished your supper, attend me."
The stranger was pushing back from the table, his face glowing in the satisfaction of repletion. He rose, spread his hands as if he surrendered all the gratitude of his breast for their hospitality, and bowed to the little company in turn.
"Attend me, then," Don Geronimo repeated, taking him by the arm to pilot him into the presence of Father Ignacio. "Sergeant Olivera, do me the favor to march behind, and see that your pistols are loaded."
"It is a shame!" Magdalena protested. "There is no wickedness in the man; his heart is as soft as a peach."
