"Do so, father; I am happy to know her under your protection."
And picking up the cloak which Don Pablo left after blinding Red Cedar, he placed it delicately on the shuddering shoulders of Doña Clara, in order to conceal her Indian garb. Father Seraphin drew her arm through his own, and led her from the rancho. Ere long they disappeared in the darkness. Fray Ambrosio looked after them as long as he could see them, and then re-entered the room, carefully bolting the door after him.
"Well," Andrés Garote asked him, "what do you think, señor Padre, of all that has happened?"
"Perhaps things are better as they are."
"And Red Cedar?"
"I undertake to render ourselves as white in his sight as the snows of the Caffre de Perote."
"Hum! it will be difficult."
"Perhaps so."