For two years he wandered through Arizona, living in the desert, in the wilderness, a recluse, a nomad, an ascetic.

But, doubtless, all his heart was in the little coffin in the Mission garden.

Once in so often he must come back thither.

One day he was seen again in the San Joaquin.

The priest, Father Sarria, returning from a visit to the sick at Bonneville, met him on the Upper Road.