The understanding between them was now perfect.
"I must talk with Father Pelletier," said John.

"Until you're a great man, as you're going to be, Geronimo, I suppose I can be spokesman.
After that it will be your part to befriend me." On the second platform they found Father Pelletier, a tall young priest with a fine but severe face, who looked with curiosity at John, and with disapproval at the Apache.
"You are Father Pelletier, I believe," said John with his disarming smile.

"These are unusual times, but I wish to go up into the lantern.

I am an American, though, as you can see by my uniform, I am a soldier of France." "But your companion, sir?
He has a bad reputation in the quarter.

When he should come to the church he does not, and now when he should not he does." "That reputation of which you speak, Father Pelletier, will soon pass.
Another, better and greater will take its place.