He had only one idea then, thankfulness that he had not taken the baby with him in the surf.

You kin put that down for him: it's a fact.

He got off into the hills, and made his way up to Monterey." "And the child ?" asked the Padre, with a sudden and strange asperity that boded no good to the penitent; "the child thus ruthlessly abandoned--what became of it ?" "That's just it, the child," assented the stranger, gravely.

"Well, if that man was on his death-bed instead of being here talking to you, he'd swear that he thought the cap'en was sure to come up to it the next minit.

That's a fact.