Mendoza turned and walked toward his own gate.
"I declare," Brown soliloquized, "in my country that 'seenyore' there would have come right into the preacher's setting room and stayed around a while."
The porter, by crooking his finger, indicated that Brown was to follow him.
"All right," assented Brown. "I'll follow where you can lead anyway."
The Indian took him within the quadrangle. The busy life he saw attracted his attention.
"A lot of you folks do seem to be working at something or other," he remarked to the porter.
"No sabe, señor," was the answer.
"Seems to me I heard you say something like that before."
They came to the friar's apartments. Juan Antonio met them.
"Be you the Reverend?" asked Brown.