"You wish to see me?" asked Juan Antonio.
"I wish to see Padre Lusciano. I have letters introducing me to him."
"The padre is firmly held by fever-and-ague. Little strength is left to him. If you will, I'll carry your letters to him. I'm going to see him now. You rest, while I'm gone, in the porter's lodge; or, if you like, go over to Señor Mendoza's property across the way."
"Thanks, many. I'll wait in the lodge. Here are the letters."
The major-domo disappeared into the padre's quarters. Soon he was again at the stranger's side.
"Padre Lusciano says come."
He followed the Indian through alcove and corridor to the friar's bedroom.
"Your name is Captain Farquharson, I learn. Juan Antonio, a chair for this brother. Seat yourself, good sir. Now," to the Indian, "close the door and stay not far away. I'll call you when I want you."
They were a short time in earnest conversation.
The stranger opened the door to leave.