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“
You
?
Well
,
with
you
it
is
different
,
”
he
answered
.
“
But
there
are
a
great
many
Catholics
in
the
county
—
some
on
your
ranch
.
And
so
few
come
to
the
Mission
.
At
High
Mass
on
Sundays
,
there
are
a
few
—
Mexicans
and
Spaniards
from
Guadalajara
mostly
;
but
weekdays
,
for
matins
,
vespers
,
and
the
like
,
I
often
say
the
offices
to
an
empty
church
—
’
the
voice
of
one
crying
in
the
wilderness
.
’
You
Americans
are
not
good
churchmen
.
Sundays
you
sleep
—
you
read
the
newspapers
.
”
“
Well
,
there
’
s
Vanamee
,
”
observed
Annixter
.
“
I
suppose
he
’
s
there
early
and
late
.
”
Sarria
made
a
sharp
movement
of
interest
.
“
Ah
,
Vanamee
—
a
strange
lad
;
a
wonderful
character
,
for
all
that
.
If
there
were
only
more
like
him
.
I
am
troubled
about
him
.
You
know
I
am
a
very
owl
at
night
.
I
come
and
go
about
the
Mission
at
all
hours
.
Within
the
week
,
three
times
I
have
seen
Vanamee
in
the
little
garden
by
the
Mission
,
and
at
the
dead
of
night
.
He
had
come
without
asking
for
me
.
He
did
not
see
me
.
It
was
strange
.
Once
,
when
I
had
got
up
at
dawn
to
ring
for
early
matins
,
I
saw
him
stealing
away
out
of
the
garden
.
He
must
have
been
there
all
the
night
.
He
is
acting
queerly
.
He
is
pale
;
his
cheeks
are
more
sunken
than
ever
.
There
is
something
wrong
with
him
.
I
can
’
t
make
it
out
.
It
is
a
mystery
.
Suppose
you
ask
him
?
”
“
Not
I
.
I
’
ve
enough
to
bother
myself
about
.
Vanamee
is
crazy
in
the
head
.
Some
morning
he
will
turn
up
missing
again
,
and
drop
out
of
sight
for
another
three
years
.
Best
let
him
alone
,
Sarria
.
He
’
s
a
crank
.
How
is
that
greaser
of
yours
up
on
Osterman
’
s
stock
range
?
”
“
Ah
,
the
poor
fellow
—
the
poor
fellow
,
”
returned
the
other
,
the
tears
coming
to
his
eyes
.
“
He
died
this
morning
—
as
you
might
say
,
in
my
arms
,
painfully
,
but
in
the
faith
,
in
the
faith
.
A
good
fellow
.
”
“
A
lazy
,
cattle
-
stealing
,
knife
-
in
-
his
-
boot
Dago
.
”
“
You
misjudge
him
.
A
really
good
fellow
on
better
acquaintance
.
”
Annixter
grunted
scornfully
.
Sarria
’
s
kindness
and
good
-
will
toward
the
most
outrageous
reprobates
of
the
ranches
was
proverbial
.
He
practically
supported
some
half
-
dozen
families
that
lived
in
forgotten
cabins
,
lost
and
all
but
inaccessible
,
in
the
far
corners
of
stock
range
and
canyon
.
This
particular
greaser
was
the
laziest
,
the
dirtiest
,
the
most
worthless
of
the
lot
.
But
in
Sarria
’
s
mind
,
the
lout
was
an
object
of
affection
,
sincere
,
unquestioning
.
Thrice
a
week
the
priest
,
with
a
basket
of
provisions
—
cold
ham
,
a
bottle
of
wine
,
olives
,
loaves
of
bread
,
even
a
chicken
or
two
—
toiled
over
the
interminable
stretch
of
country
between
the
Mission
and
his
cabin
.
Of
late
,
during
the
rascal
’
s
sickness
,
these
visits
had
been
almost
daily
.
Hardly
once
did
the
priest
leave
the
bedside
that
he
did
not
slip
a
half
-
dollar
into
the
palm
of
his
wife
or
oldest
daughter
.
And
this
was
but
one
case
out
of
many
.
