Father Pedro turned into the refectory.
"Antonio." A strong flavor of leather, onions, and stable preceded the entrance of a short, stout vaquero from the little patio.
"Saddle Pinto and thine own mule to accompany Francisco, who will take letters from me to the Father Superior at San Jose to-morrow at daybreak." "At daybreak, reverend father ?" "At daybreak.

Hark ye, go by the mountain trails and avoid the highway.
Stop at no posada nor fonda, but if the child is weary, rest then awhile at Don Juan Briones' or at the rancho of the Blessed Fisherman.

Have no converse with stragglers, least of all those gentile Americanos.
So.

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." The first strokes of the Angelus came from the nearer tower.