The lad sat immovable.

Upon his face was the dreamy, mystic look that so often came there.

He seemed to be gazing far beyond the Spaniard and the renegade into some greater future.
Francisco Alvarez, brave man though he was, felt awe.

He rose impatiently, kicked a coal deeper into the fire, looked once more at Paul, who was yet silent, and spoke sharply to the sentinels.

Then he returned to his place, and said to Paul: "We offer you the hospitality of the forest and an extra blanket if you wish it." "It's a hospitality to which I'm used," replied Paul, "and I don't need the extra blanket, although I thank you for the offer." He took his own blanket from the little roll at his back, wrapped himself in it, pillowed his head on the knoll, and closed his eyes.