weariness, ordered those at the door to bring the landlord quickly. As one of the group leaped toward the corral, the priest said to the others: “There is another attack. I have lost hope.”      

       Chesterton advanced and asked if he could be of service. The priest shook his head. The child, he said, was the only son of the landlord, and much beloved by him, and by all the village. He was now in the third week of typhoid fever and the period of hemorrhages. Unless they could be checked, the boy would die, and the priest, who for many miles of mountain and forest was also the only doctor, had exhausted his store of simple medicines.     

       “Nothing can stop the hemorrhage,” he protested wearily, “but the strongest of drugs. And I have nothing!”      

       Chesterton bethought him of the medicine case Miss Armitage had forced upon him. “I have given opium to the men for dysentery,” he said. “Would opium help you?”      

       The priest sprang at him and pushed him out of the door and toward the saddle-bags.     

       “My children,” he cried, to the silent group in the plaza, “God has sent a miracle!”      

       After an hour at the bedside the priest said, “He will live,” and knelt, and the mother of the boy and the villagers knelt with him. When Chesterton raised his eyes, he found that the landlord, who had been silently watching while the two men struggled with death for the life of his son, had disappeared. But he heard, leaving the village along the trail to Mayaguez, the sudden clatter of a pony’s hoofs. It moved like a thing driven with fear.     

       The priest strode out into the moonlight. In the recovery of the child he saw only a demonstration of the efficacy of prayer, and he could not too quickly bring home the lesson to his parishioners. Amid their murmurs of wonder and gratitude Chesterton rode away. To the kindly care of the priest he bequeathed El Capitan. With him, also, he left the gold pieces which were to pay for the fresh pony.     

       A quarter of a mile outside the village three white figures confronted him. Two who stood apart in the shadow shrank from observation, but the landlord, seated bareback upon a pony that from some late exertion was breathing 

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