"I can tell the padre, Gremo," she said, and then added with determination, "It must not be left another day."
Gremo settled down upon his short leg.
"Now, Señorita," he said argumentatively, "do not interfere. It is I that have this matter well within my grasp. There is no one coming this way to-day—along the beach, I mean."
"How do you know, Gremo?" questioned Agueda.
Gremo shrugged his shoulders.
"It is not likely, muchacho. Our own people never come that way, and there are so few strangers—not three in as many years. We cannot now help the Señor who lies there, can we, Señorita?"
"No," said Agueda, sadly; "but we can prevent—"
"Leave it to me, Señorita. I promise that I will attend to it to-morrow. I—"
"And why not to-day?"