But it is in vain; Martin Paz does not re-appear.
CHAPTER III.
THE JEW EVERY WHERE A JEW.
André Certa, once introduced into the house of Samuel, and laid in a bed hastily prepared, recovered his senses and pressed the hand of the old Jew. The physician, summoned by one of the domestics, was promptly in attendance. The wound appeared to be a slight one; the shoulder of the mestizo had been pierced in such a manner that the steel had only glided among the flesh. In a few days, André Certa might be once more upon his feet.
When Samuel was left alone with André, the latter said to him:
"You would do well to wall up the gate which leads to your terrace, Master Samuel."
"What fear you, André?"
"I fear lest Sarah should present herself there to the contemplation of the Indians. It was not a robber who attacked me; it was a rival, from whom I have escaped but by miracle!"
"By the holy tables, it is a task to bring up young girls!" exclaimed the Jew. "But you are mistaken, señor," he resumed, "Sarah will be a dutiful spouse. I spare no pains that she may do you honor."
André Certa half raised himself on his elbow.