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Decoud
had
stepped
into
the
room
after
Antonia
.
But
he
did
not
go
far
.
He
had
remained
just
within
,
against
the
curtain
,
with
an
expression
of
not
quite
genuine
gravity
,
like
a
grown-up
person
taking
part
in
a
game
of
children
.
He
gazed
quietly
at
the
threatening
finger
.
"
I
have
watched
your
reverence
converting
General
Barrios
by
a
special
sermon
on
the
Plaza
,
"
he
said
,
without
making
the
slightest
movement
.
"
What
miserable
nonsense
!
"
Father
Corbelan
's
deep
voice
resounded
all
over
the
room
,
making
all
the
heads
turn
on
the
shoulders
.
"
The
man
is
a
drunkard
.
Senores
,
the
God
of
your
General
is
a
bottle
!
"
His
contemptuous
,
arbitrary
voice
caused
an
uneasy
suspension
of
every
sound
,
as
if
the
self-confidence
of
the
gathering
had
been
staggered
by
a
blow
.
But
nobody
took
up
Father
Corbelan
's
declaration
.
It
was
known
that
Father
Corbelan
had
come
out
of
the
wilds
to
advocate
the
sacred
rights
of
the
Church
with
the
same
fanatical
fearlessness
with
which
he
had
gone
preaching
to
bloodthirsty
savages
,
devoid
of
human
compassion
or
worship
of
any
kind
.
Rumours
of
legendary
proportions
told
of
his
successes
as
a
missionary
beyond
the
eye
of
Christian
men
.
He
had
baptized
whole
nations
of
Indians
,
living
with
them
like
a
savage
himself
.
It
was
related
that
the
padre
used
to
ride
with
his
Indians
for
days
,
half
naked
,
carrying
a
bullock-hide
shield
,
and
,
no
doubt
,
a
long
lance
,
too
--
who
knows
?
That
he
had
wandered
clothed
in
skins
,
seeking
for
proselytes
somewhere
near
the
snow
line
of
the
Cordillera
.
Of
these
exploits
Padre
Corbelan
himself
was
never
known
to
talk
.
But
he
made
no
secret
of
his
opinion
that
the
politicians
of
Sta
.
Marta
had
harder
hearts
and
more
corrupt
minds
than
the
heathen
to
whom
he
had
carried
the
word
of
God
.
His
injudicious
zeal
for
the
temporal
welfare
of
the
Church
was
damaging
the
Ribierist
cause
.
It
was
common
knowledge
that
he
had
refused
to
be
made
titular
bishop
of
the
Occidental
diocese
till
justice
was
done
to
a
despoiled
Church
.
The
political
Gefe
of
Sulaco
(
the
same
dignitary
whom
Captain
Mitchell
saved
from
the
mob
afterwards
)
hinted
with
naive
cynicism
that
doubtless
their
Excellencies
the
Ministers
sent
the
padre
over
the
mountains
to
Sulaco
in
the
worst
season
of
the
year
in
the
hope
that
he
would
be
frozen
to
death
by
the
icy
blasts
of
the
high
paramos
.
Every
year
a
few
hardy
muleteers
--
men
inured
to
exposure
--
were
known
to
perish
in
that
way
.
But
what
would
you
have
?
Their
Excellencies
possibly
had
not
realized
what
a
tough
priest
he
was
.
Meantime
,
the
ignorant
were
beginning
to
murmur
that
the
Ribierist
reforms
meant
simply
the
taking
away
of
the
land
from
the
people
.
Some
of
it
was
to
be
given
to
foreigners
who
made
the
railway
;
the
greater
part
was
to
go
to
the
padres
.
These
were
the
results
of
the
Grand
Vicar
's
zeal
.
Even
from
the
short
allocution
to
the
troops
on
the
Plaza
(
which
only
the
first
ranks
could
have
heard
)
he
had
not
been
able
to
keep
out
his
fixed
idea
of
an
outraged
Church
waiting
for
reparation
from
a
penitent
country
.
The
political
Gefe
had
been
exasperated
.
But
he
could
not
very
well
throw
the
brother-in-law
of
Don
Jose
into
the
prison
of
the
Cabildo
.
The
chief
magistrate
,
an
easy-going
and
popular
official
,
visited
the
Casa
Gould
,
walking
over
after
sunset
from
the
Intendencia
,
unattended
,
acknowledging
with
dignified
courtesy
the
salutations
of
high
and
low
alike
.
That
evening
he
had
walked
up
straight
to
Charles
Gould
and
had
hissed
out
to
him
that
he
would
have
liked
to
deport
the
Grand
Vicar
out
of
Sulaco
,
anywhere
,
to
some
desert
island
,
to
the
Isabels
,
for
instance
.
"
The
one
without
water
preferably
--
eh
,
Don
Carlos
?
"
he
had
added
in
a
tone
between
jest
and
earnest
.
This
uncontrollable
priest
,
who
had
rejected
his
offer
of
the
episcopal
palace
for
a
residence
and
preferred
to
hang
his
shabby
hammock
amongst
the
rubble
and
spiders
of
the
sequestrated
Dominican
Convent
,
had
taken
into
his
head
to
advocate
an
unconditional
pardon
for
Hernandez
the
Robber
!
And
this
was
not
enough
;
he
seemed
to
have
entered
into
communication
with
the
most
audacious
criminal
the
country
had
known
for
years
.
The
Sulaco
police
knew
,
of
course
,
what
was
going
on
.
Padre
Corbelan
had
got
hold
of
that
reckless
Italian
,
the
Capataz
de
Cargadores
,
the
only
man
fit
for
such
an
errand
,
and
had
sent
a
message
through
him
.
Father
Corbelan
had
studied
in
Rome
,
and
could
speak
Italian
.
The
Capataz
was
known
to
visit
the
old
Dominican
Convent
at
night
.
An
old
woman
who
served
the
Grand
Vicar
had
heard
the
name
of
Hernandez
pronounced
;
and
only
last
Saturday
afternoon
the
Capataz
had
been
observed
galloping
out
of
town
.
He
did
not
return
for
two
days
.
The
police
would
have
laid
the
Italian
by
the
heels
if
it
had
not
been
for
fear
of
the
Cargadores
,
a
turbulent
body
of
men
,
quite
apt
to
raise
a
tumult
.
Nowadays
it
was
not
so
easy
to
govern
Sulaco
.
Bad
characters
flocked
into
it
,
attracted
by
the
money
in
the
pockets
of
the
railway
workmen
.
The
populace
was
made
restless
by
Father
Corbelan
's
discourses
.
And
the
first
magistrate
explained
to
Charles
Gould
that
now
the
province
was
stripped
of
troops
any
outbreak
of
lawlessness
would
find
the
authorities
with
their
boots
off
,
as
it
were
.
