design no man knows, and the remainder have been sent to the pueblo at the request of the comisionado there. And you know what Comisionado Felix is."
"A man with red eyes and a disease," said Padre Mateo, succinct in his designation as he was quick in his decision.
"So, what is the peril of a young and comely woman sitting in a cart on a chest of gold?" Padre Ignacio asked it with a grimness of word and feature that seemed to be definite conclusion of the comely young woman's case.
"There will not be much heart in the soldiers' hunt for Alvitre, unpaid as they are, as they have been those two years," Padre Mateo said, turning that phase of it speculatively. "Yet, there might be a way."
"The only way I see is to let her stay on the ship and go to Monterey," Padre Ignacio said.
Padre Mateo turned, hands at his back, to walk a little way apart, chin up, eyes drawn small, in the attitude of a man whose determination leaps all obstacles. He turned back again.
"Del Valle sent his men away out of pique because he could not have his way with the stranger," he said.
"There is no doubt, Brother Mateo."
"Well, let them go. There is a man at hand who is equal to a company of soldiers."
"Such a man at hand?" incredibly, in kindly depreciation of the extravagant declaration.
