"Marcel told him to go to Sueste and tend his cattle.

When he comes home it will be his duty to inform the Governor that we are here.

He will be rewarded, not punished.

_Sangue de Deus_! I may be shot at dawn.

I pray you, let me rest a while." The girl, Manoela, weeping out of sympathy, crept to Iris's side and gently stroked her hair.