You know this country.

You were here when that boat drifted ashore beyond that mountain." "Ah, indeed.

I have much to do with it.

It is an affair of the alcalde--the authorities--of your--your police." "Is it ?" The Padre again met the stranger's eyes.

He stopped, with the snuff box he had somewhat ostentatiously drawn from his pocket still open in his hand.
"Why is it not, Senor ?" he demanded.
"If she lives, she is a young lady by this time, and might not want the details of her life known to any one." "And how will you recognize your baby in this young lady ?" asked Father Pedro, with a rapid gesture, indicating the comparative heights of a baby and an adult.
"I reckon I'll know her, and her clothes too; and whoever found her wouldn't be fool enough to destroy them." "After fourteen years! Good! you have faith, Senor--" "Cranch," supplied the stranger, consulting his watch.