"Ay, but I want God to know why I did it.
"'Hold your tongue,' said I.
"'Pax tibi,' said he, near as I could catch.
"'Another word, and I'll have your life!' said I, raising the knife.
"'Dominus tecum!' he answered, out of spite, as the ugly, ugly smile of him showed, and that finished him.
"The knife came down, and ere I could pull it out I heard steps near by and did run for my life—"
"Whither didst run?"
"To St. Gabriel's; and, seeing lights still up, I would fain have entered, but thought better of it, and rested in an out-house till morning."
"Traitor!" exclaimed Father White, "was thy conscience so dead thou didst feel no pricks at accepting hospitality,—thou, a murderer?"