"Father Rozeno is a very devout and holy man," Peg-leg said.
"He pretends to be a priest but he is more of a warlock than he is a holy man. As for that Indian, if he ever gives me the chance—" Gotch glared at the figures at the edge of the grove.
"Come on," Peg-leg said.
Mercedes contrived to move closer to Parker. "Beel, what are theese theengs here? I do not understand them. I do not like them."
"Nor do I," Parker said.
A shiver passed over her.
"What's the matter, baby, you cold?" Retch grinned at her. "Don't worry about it. We'll get you warmed up on the island."
Imperceptibly she again moved closer to Parker. "Beel, it ees not good."
"You got into this of your own free will."
"Yes, but I did not know that theengs like theese were going to 'appen. I just thought—"