"It must be confessed," Dick observed, "that the man has a most villainous face. What a hideous fellow!"
"Oh!" the monk answered with a sigh, "The exterior is nothing. You should know the inner man."
"Why, in that case, do you have any dealings with him?"
The monk blushed slightly.
"Because it must be so," he muttered.
"All right for you," Dick continued; "but as nothing obliges my friend and myself to have any more intimate relations with that man, you must not mind, señor Padre, if—"
"Silence, Dick!" Harry shouted, angrily. "You do not know what you are talking about. We will accompany you, señor padre. You can reckon on us to defend you if necessary, for I suppose that Red Cedar is right."
"In what way?"
"You do not wish to trust your life defencelessly in his hands, and you reckoned on us to protect you. Is it not so?"
"Why should I feign any longer? Yes, that man terrifies me, and I do not wish to trust myself to his mercy."