"Well! we found her!" "Francisco," interrupted the priest with a single stride, laying his hand upon Cranch's arm, and staring into his eyes.
Mr.Cranch quietly removed Father Pedro's hand.

"I reckon that wasn't the name as I caught it," he returned dryly.

"Hadn't you better sit down ?" "Pardon me--pardon me, Senor," said the priest, hastily sinking back upon his bench, "I was thinking of other things.

You--you--came upon me suddenly.

I thought it was the acolyte.