"Did you do that ?" demanded the youth in an indescribable tone.
"Don't be angry, sir," stammered the pale and trembling grave-digger.

"I didn't bury him among the Chinamen.

Better be drowned than lie among Chinamen, I said to myself, so I threw the body into the lake." Ibarra placed both his hands on the grave-digger's shoulders and stared at him for a long time with an indefinable expression.

Then, with the ejaculation, "You are only a miserable slave!" he turned away hurriedly, stepping upon bones, graves, and crosses, like one beside himself.
The grave-digger patted his arm and muttered, "All the trouble dead men cause! The fat padre caned me for allowing it to be buried while I was sick, and this fellow almost tore my arm off for having dug it up.

That's what these Spaniards are! I'll lose my job yet!" Ibarra walked rapidly with a far-away look in his eyes, while the aged servant followed him weeping.