Was he still dreaming?
A strange shiver crept over his skin as if the air had grown suddenly chill.

Then another mysterious voice arose, incredulous, half mocking, but equally distinct and clear.
"Caramba! What is this?
You are wandering, friend Pancho.

You are still smarting from his tongue.

He has the grant confirmed by his brigand government; he has the POSSESSION, stolen by a thief like himself; and he has the Corregidors with him.

For is he not one of them himself, this Judge Peyton ?" Peyton! Clarence felt the blood rush back to his face in astonishment and indignation.