"A war party which I intend to lead shortly into Apacheria," the monk said, "and for which purpose I need you."
At this proposition the first ardor of the adventurers visibly cooled down. The Apaches and Comanches inspire an invincible terror in the inhabitants of the Mexican frontiers. The monk guessed the effect he had produced; but he continued, as if not observing anything:—
"I take you all into my service for a month, at the rate of four piastres a day."
At this magnificent offer the eyes of the adventurers sparkled with greed, fear gave way to avarice, and they all exclaimed,—
"We accept, reverend father!
"But," the man continued who had already spoken, "we shall be happy, señor padre, if, before starting, you would give us your holy benediction, and absolve us from the few sins we may have committed."
"Yes," the company yelled, "we shall be happy if you consent to that, reverend father."
The monk appeared to reflect: the adventurers, anxiously waited.
"Well, be it so," he answered after a moment. "As the work in which I am about to employ you is so meritorious, I will give you my blessing, and grant you absolution of your sins."
For a few minutes there was a shout and exclamations of joy in the room. The monk demanded silence, and when it was restored he said,—