"Praise God, the dead man is neither a priest nor a Spaniard! We must rejoice over your escape! Think if the stone had caught you!" "There are presentiments, there are presentiments!" exclaimed the escribano.

"I've said so before! Senor Ibarra didn't go down willingly.

I saw it!" "The dead man is only an Indian!" "Let the fiesta go on! Music! Sadness will never resuscitate the dead!" "An investigation shall be made right here!" "Send for the directorcillo!" "Arrest the foreman on the work! To the stocks with him!" "To the stocks! Music! To the stocks with the foreman!" "Senor Alcalde," said Ibarra gravely, "if mourning will not resuscitate the dead, much less will arresting this man about whose guilt we know nothing.

I will be security for his person and so I ask his liberty for these days at least." "Very well! But don't let him do it again!" All kinds of rumors began to circulate.

The idea of a miracle was soon an accepted fact, although Fray Salvi seemed to rejoice but little over a miracle attributed to a saint of his Order and in his parish.