I grabs him by the throat and makes him tell me all.

And then it appears that the boat and the baby were never found again, and every man of that crew, cap'en and all, believed I had stolen it." He paused.

Father Pedro was staring at the prospect with an uncompromising rigidity of head and shoulder.
"It's a bad lookout for me, ain't it ?" the stranger continued, in serious reflection.
"How do I know," said the priest harshly, without turning his head, "that you did not make away with this child ?" "Beg pardon." "That you did not complete your revenge by--by--killing it, as your comrade suspected you?
Ah! Holy Trinity," continued Father Pedro, throwing out his hands with an impatient gesture, as if to take the place of unutterable thought.
"How do _you_ know ?" echoed the stranger coldly.
"Yes." The stranger linked his fingers together and threw them over his knee, drew it up to his chest caressingly, and said quietly, "Because you _do_ know." The Padre rose to his feet.
"What mean you ?" he said, sternly fixing his eyes upon the speaker.
Their eyes met.

The stranger's were gray and persistent, with hanging corner lids that might have concealed even more purpose than they showed.

The Padre's were hollow, open, and the whites slightly brown, as if with tobacco stains.