An' how did ye find Mr.Felix ?"--a new anxiety now filling her mind.
The priest's face clouded.

"Oh, very well; he spent last evening with me." "Oh, that was it, was it?
An' were ye trampin' the streets with him, too?
It was pretty nigh daylight when he come in.

I always know, for he wakes me when he shuts his door." The priest, evidently absorbed in some strain of thought, parried her question with another: "And so the boy was not badly hurt?
Well, that is something to be thankful for.

Perhaps I may know his people.

I will send Mike and the wagon back to you, if I can.