shaken, although his hand trembled in his thwarted passion as he looped the long whip in his hand. "Let it be made very plain."
"Absolve poor Cristóbal his fault this morning, if he has been at fault, indeed, Don Geronimo. I will relieve you of him for a day or two; there is a work I have for him to do."
"Take him, then, Padre Ignacio," Don Geronimo yielded. He turned with what might have passed well for indifference in other eyes, and stepped lightly out to the court, where his saddled horse stood waiting in the sun.
"It is an unfortunate beginning," said Padre Ignacio, sadly; "there is murder in Don Geronimo's heart."
