Stanislaus, regaining consciousness from a shock that would have broken the bones of an ordinary man, made an attempt for freedom. The friar's hand whirled him back.
"Estanislao, many unshriven souls have this day gone before God because of you. Have you no compunctions?"
The Indian glowered.
"Señorita, I will leave Captain Morando with you a few minutes, while I find men and improvise a litter. As for you, son of Belial," speaking to Stanislaus, "walk before me until I can get safe custody for you."
Padre Osuna drove the sulky renegade up the path.
Carmelita brought fresh water and bathed the wounded man's face. He lay very still. At last he opened his eyes.
"Carmelita, what are you doing here?"
"Never mind that till later."
"I went part way to Monterey with Señor Mendoza, then I returned to San José, where I received your message," he said in weak voice. "I could only bring a few volunteers, my soldiers having continued on with the señor."
"Please do not talk. You are not strong enough. The padre will soon bring assistance, and we will take you to my father's house."