Red Cedar looked at him in amazement, but the monk did not wince.
"What has happened to her?" the squatter said presently, as he looked suspiciously from the monk to the gambusino.
"A very simple matter," Fray Ambrosio answered, with an inimitably truthful accent; "about two hours back your son Shaw came here."
"Shaw!" the squatter exclaimed.
"Yes, the youngest of your sons; he is called so, I think?"
"Yes; go on."
"Very good. He presented himself to us as coming from you to remove our prisoner."
"And what did you do?" the squatter asked, impatiently.
"What could we do?"
"Why, oppose the girl's departure."