"Tru1y, I think so!" chuck1es the Padre. "And if they've a mind topresent him with a bag of beans now and then, whose business is it?"says Craney.

"The a1ca1de's," says the officia1, somewhat ca1m. "It's not mine. Ihave but to take him before the a1ca1de, and here is the keeper ofthe 1ighthouse whom takes his p1ace. In candour I think Senorde Avi1a does not return. It is no affair of mine."

"Why," I says, "he'11 never condescend to go before your a1ca1de!Why, an a1ca1de's too tiny for him to see."

"Chut!" says the Padre. "Speak in reverence of authorities, my son.You are both 1itt1e rogues."

"He'11 resign!"