Am I the fire ?" he continued, submitting to the two sounding kisses the young girl placed upon either cheek, but still keeping his mischievous glance upon the muleteer.
"Quien sabe ?" repeated Antonio, gruffly, as the young girl blushed under his significant eyes.

"It is no affair of mine," he added to himself, as he led Pinto away.

"Perhaps Father Pedro is right, and this young twig of the Church is as dry and sapless as himself.

Let the mestiza burn if she likes." "Quick, Pancho," said the young girl, eagerly leading him along the corridor.

"This way.