And the peon, once again on his knees, but this time at the knees of justice, thrilled and shivered with superstitious awe, as he felt wander over him the light but firm fingertouches of the strangest judge man ever knelt before. Bruises and lacerations were swiftly explored even to the shoulders and down the back.
"The other man goes free," the Cruel Just One announced. "Yet is there trouble and unrest within him. It one here who knows and will speak up?"
And Francis knew on the instant the trouble the blind man had divined within him the full love that burned in him for Leoncia and that threatened to shatter the full loyalty he must ever bear to Henry. No less quick was Leoncia in knowing, and could the blind man have beheld the involuntary glance of knowledge the man and woman threw at each other and the immediate embarrassment of averted eyes, he could have unerringly diagnosed Francis' trouble. The mestiza girl saw, and with a leap at her heart scented a love affair. Likewise had Henry seen and unconsciously scowled.
The Just One spoke:
"An affair of heart undoubtedly," he dismissed the matter. "The eternal vexation of woman In the heart of man. Nevertheless, this man stands free. Twice, in the one day, has he succored the man who twice betrayed him. Nor has the trouble within him aught to do with the aid he rendered the man said to be sentenced to death undeserved. Bemains to question this last man; also to settle for this beaten creature before me who twice this day has proved weak out of selfishness, and who has just now proved bravely strong out of unselfishness for another."
He leaned forward and played his fingers searchingly over the face and brows of the peon.
"Are you afraid to die?" he asked suddenly.
"Great arid Holy One, I am sore afraid to die," was the peon's reply.
"Then say that you have lied about this man, say that his twice succoring of you was a lie, and you shall live."
Under the Blind One's fingers the peon cringed and wilted.