"I struck but once, and not very hard as I rank blows, yet the fellow has not stirred since.

'T is well for him to remain quiet until I finish this repast, for I am of a merciful disposition when my carnal requirements are properly ministered unto.

Faith, had my eyes not fallen on the food I might have got both the fellows." Paying slight heed to his gossip I bent over the priest, rubbing his limbs until the blood began to circulate.

Before the testy sectary had ended his munching, the old savage was sitting up, his back propped against a rock, the firelight playing over his wrinkled face, as he gazed at us, yet dazed and frightened.

This was one whom I had never before seen; there was something of distinction about him, both as regards face and costume, which instantly convinced me he held high rank in the tribe--no doubt the chief priest.