A padre lifted hand in blessing; Señora Vallejo smiled; the Governor nodded in approval; Gonzales, good pirate, swore softly under his breath at this display of young affection; and Sergeant Cassara slapped his thigh and cried unto the sky.
“Dios! So I cannot slay him after all? He is a friend of the Governor, eh? Not Fly-by-Night, but Rojerio Rocha, a proper fellow! I shall go mad! Better, I shall go to sleep for the saints know I need it!”
He threw himself on the ground against the wall; and presently he snored.
And so the tale ends as it began, with Sergeant Carlos Cassara.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
1. Spelling, punctuation, and hyphenation were corrected for consistency. Archaic spelling was retained.
2. Quotation marks were added for clarity when the placement was obvious.
3. Simple typographical errors were corrected.
4. Duplicate title removed from p. 9.