"Can I see Padre Flores to-night?" he asked. "I must see him. It is important."
"He has retired to his cell, but I will take your message; and he never denies himself to those that need him."
He went to the end of the corridor and tapped at a door. In a few moments he returned.
"Padre Flores will see you," he said.
The priest was standing by the little altar in the corner of his cell when Roldan entered.
"What is it, my son?" he asked. "Have you learned anything new? Padre Estenega has told me of your suspicions."
Roldan rapidly related what he had seen. The priest's face became grave and anxious.
"There is trouble brewing, I fear," he said. Then he smiled suddenly. "You ran away to avoid fighting. It would be odd if you found yourself in the midst of it."
"I did not run away to avoid fighting," said Roldan, flushing hotly. "Pardon, father; I meant that you have misunderstood. I do not choose to be shut up in a barrack against my will, but I am ready to fight; and, although I am not yet sixteen, you shall see that I can help you protect your Mission. And Adan too."
"I am sure of it. I did but tease you. And your part shall begin to-night. You are rested, no?"