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ethics　to　Steptoe；　nor　of　his　son's　possible　contamination；

although　since　the　night　of　the　big　strike　he　had　held　different

views；　it　was　simply　a　fierce；　selfish　jealousy　that　ANOTHER　might

have　profited　by　the　lad's　helplessness　and　inexperience。　　He　had

been　tormented　by　this　jealousy　before　in　his　son's　liking　for　Van

Loo。　　He　had　at　first　encouraged　his　admiration　and　imitative

regard　for　this　smooth　swindler's　graces　and　accomplishments；

which；　though　he　scorned　them　himself；　he　was；　after　the　common

parental　infatuation；　willing　that　the　boy　should　profit　by。

Incapable；　through　his　own　consciousness；　of　distinguishing　between

Van　Loo's　superficial　polish　and　the　true　breeding　of　a　gentleman；

he　had　only　looked　upon　it　as　an　equipment　for　his　son　which　might

be　serviceable　to　himself。　　He　had　told　his　wife　the　truth　when　he

informed　her　of　Van　Loo's　fears　of　being　reminded　of　their　former

intimacy；　but　he　had　not　told　her　how　its　discontinuance　after　they

had　left　Heavy　Tree　Hill　had　affected　her　son；　and　how　he　still

cherished　his　old　admiration　for　that　specious　rascal。　　Nor　had　he

told　her　how　this　had　stung　him；　through　his　own　selfish　greed　of

the　boy's　affection。　　Yet　now　that　it　was　possible　that　she　had　met

Van　Loo　that　evening；　she　might　have　become　aware　of　Van　Loo's

power　over　her　child。　　How　she　would　exult；　for　all　her　pretended

hatred　of　Van　Loo！　　How；　perhaps；　they　had　plotted　together！　　How

Van　Loo　might　have　become　aware　of　the　place　where　his　son　was

kept；　and　have　been　bribed　by　the　mother　to　tell　her！　　He　stopped

in　a　whirl　of　giddy　fancies。　　His　strong　common　sense　in　all　other

things　had　been　hitherto　proof　against　such　idle　dreams　or

suggestions；　but　the　very　strength　of　his　parental　love　and

jealousy　had　awakened　in　him　at　last　the　terrors　of　imagination。



His　first　impulse　had　been　to　seek　his　wife；　regardless　of

discovery　or　consequences；　at　Hymettus；　where　she　had　said　she　was

going。　　It　was　on　his　way　to　the　rendezvous　at　Marshall's　claim。

But　this　he　as　instantly　set　aside；　it　was　his　SON　he　must　find；

SHE　might　not　confess；　or　might　deceive　himthe　boy　would　not；　and

if　his　fears　were　correct；　she　could　be　arraigned　afterwards。　　It

was　possible　for　him　to　reach　the　little　Mission　church　and　school；

secluded　in　a　remote　valley　by　the　old　Franciscan　fathers；　where　he

had　placed　the　boy　for　the　last　few　years　unknown　to　his　wife。　　It

would　be　a　long　ride；　but　he　could　still　reach　Heavy　Tree　Hill

afterwards　before　Marshall　and　the　expert　arrived。　　And　he　had　a

feeling　he　had　never　felt　before　on　the　eve　of　a　desperate

adventure；that　he　must　see　the　boy　first。　　He　remembered　how　the

child　had　often　accompanied　him　in　his　flight；　and　how　he　had

gained　strength；　and；　it　seemed　to　him；　a　kind　of　luck；　from　the

touch　of　that　small　hand　in　his。　　Surely　it　was　necessary　now　that

at　least　his　mind　should　be　at　rest　regarding　HIM　on　the　eve　of　an

affair　of　this　moment。　　Perhaps　he　might　never　see　him　again。　　At

any　other　time；　and　under　the　influence　of　any　other　emotion；　he

would　have　scorned　such　a　sentimentalismhe　who　had　never　troubled

himself　either　with　preparation　for　the　future　or　consideration　for

the　past。　　But　at　that　moment　he　felt　both。　　He　drew　a　long　breath。

He　could　catch　the　next　train　to　the　Three　Boulders　and　ride　thence

to　San　Felipe。　　He　hurriedly　left　the　room；　settled　with　the

landlord；　and　galloped　to　the　station。　　By　the　irony　of　circumstances

the　only　horse　available　for　that　purpose　was　Mr。　Hamlin's　own。



By　two　o'clock　he　was　at　the　Three　Boulders；　where　he　got　a　fast

horse　and　galloped　into　San　Felipe　by　four。　　As　he　descended　the

last　slope　through　the　fastnesses　of　pines　towards　the　little

valley　overlooked　in　its　remoteness　and　purely　pastoral　simplicity

by　the　gold…seeking　immigrants；its　seclusion　as　one　of　the

furthest　northern　Californian　missions　still　preserved　through　its

insignificance　and　the　efforts　of　the　remaining　Brotherhood；　who

used　it　as　an　infirmary　and　a　school　for　the　few　remaining　Spanish

families；he　remembered　how　he　once　blundered　upon　it　with　the　boy

while　hotly　pursued　by　a　hue　and　cry　from　one　of　the　larger　towns；

and　how　he　found　sanctuary　there。　　He　remembered　how；　when　the

pursuit　was　over；　he　had　placed　the　boy　there　under　the　padre's

charge。　　He　had　lied　to　his　wife　regarding　the　whereabouts　of　her

son；　but　he　had　spoken　truly　regarding　his　free　expenditure　for

the　boy's　maintenance；　and　the　good　fathers　had　accepted；　equally

for　the　child's　sake　as　for　the　Church's　sake；　the　generous

〃restitution〃　which　this　coarse；　powerful；　ruffianly　looking　father

was　apparently　seeking　to　make。　　He　was　quite　aware　of　it　at　the

time；　and　had　equally　accepted　it　with　grim　cynicism；　but　it　now

came　back　to　him　with　a　new　and　smarting　significance。　　Might　THEY；

too；　not　succeed　in　weaning　the　boy's　affection　from　him；　or　if　the

mother　had　interfered；　would　they　not　side　with　her　in　claiming　an

equal　right？　　He　had　sometimes　laughed　to　himself　over　the　security

of　this　hiding…place；　so　unknown　and　so　unlikely　to　be　discovered

by　her；　yet　within　easy　reach　of　her　friends　and　his　enemies；　he

now　ground　his　teeth　over　the　mistake　which　his　doting　desire　to

keep　his　son　accessible　to　him　had　caused　him　to　make。　　He　put

spurs　to　his　horse；　dashed　down　the　little；　narrow；　ill…paved

street；　through　the　deserted　plaza；　and　pulled　up　in　a　cloud　of

dust　before　the　only　remaining　tower；　with　its　cracked　belfry；　of

the　half…ruined　Mission　church。　　A　new　dormitory　and　school…

building　had　been　extended　from　its　walls；　but　in　a　subdued；

harmonious；　modest　way；　quite　unlike　the　usual　glaring　white…pine

glories　of　provincial　towns。　　Steptoe　laughed　to　himself　bitterly。

Some　of　his　money　had　gone　in　it。



He　seized　the　horsehair　rope　dangling　from　a　bell　by　the　wall　and

rang　it　sharply。　　A　soft…footed　priest　appeared；Father　Dominico。

〃Eddy　Horncastle？　　Ah！　yes。　　Eddy；　dear　child；　is　gone。〃



〃Gone！〃　shouted　Steptoe　in　a　voice　that　startled　the　padre。

〃Where？　　When？　　With　whom？〃



〃Pardon；　senor；　but　for　a　timeonly　a　pasear　to　the　next　village。

It　is　his　saint's　dayhe　has　half…holiday。　　He　is　a　good　boy。　　It

is　a　little　pleasure　for　him　and　for　us。〃



〃Oh！〃　said　Steptoe；　softened　into　a　rough　apology。　　〃I　forgot。　　All

right。　　Has　he　had　any　visitors　latelylady；　for　instance？〃



Father　Dominico　cast　a　look　half　of　fright；　half　of　reproval　upon

his　guest。



〃A　lady　HERE！〃



In　his　relief　Steptoe　burst　into　a　coarse　laugh。　　〃Of　course；　you

see　I　forgot　that；　too。　　I　was　thinking　of　one　of　his　woman　folks；

you　knowrelativesaunts。　　Was　there　any　other　visitor？〃



〃Only　one。　　Ah！　we　know　the　senor's　rules　regarding　his　son。〃



〃One？〃　repeated　Steptoe。　　〃Who　was　it？〃



〃Oh；　quite　an　hidalgoan　old　friend　of　the　child'smost　polite；

most　accomplished；　fluent　in　Spanish；　perfect　in　deportment。　　The

Senor　Horncastle　surely　could　find　nothing　to　object　to。　　Father

Pedro　was　charmed　with　him。　　A　man　of　affairs；　and　yet　a　good

Catholic；　too。　　It　was　a　Senor　Van　LooDon　Paul　the　boy　called

him；　and　they　talked　of　the　boy's　studies　in　the　old　days　as　if

indeed；　but　for　the　stranger　being　a　caballero　and　man　of　the

worldas　if　he　had　been　his　teacher。〃



It　was　a　proof　of　the　intensity　of　the　father's　feelings　that　they

had　passed　beyond　the　power　of　his　usual　coarse；　brutal　expression；

and　he　only　stared　at　the　priest　with　a　dull　red　face　in　which　the

blood　seemed　to　have　stagnated。　　Presently　he　said　thickly；　〃When

did　he　come？〃



〃A　few　days　ago。〃



〃Which　way　did　Eddy　go？〃



〃To　Brown's　Mills；　scarcely　a　league　away。　　He　will　be　hereeven

nowon　the　instant。　　But　the　senor　will　come　into　the　refectory

and　take　some　of　the　old　Mission　wine　from　the　Catalan　grape；

planted　one　hundred　and　fifty　years　ago；　until　the　dear　child

returns。　　He　will　be　so　happy。〃



〃No！　　I'm　in　a　hurry。　　I　will　go　on　and　meet　him。〃　　He　took　off　his

hat；　mopped　his　crisp；　wet　hair　with　his　handkerchief；　and　in　a

thick；　slow；　impeded　voice；　more　suggestive　than　the　outburst　he

restrained；　said；　〃And　as　long　as　my　son　remains　here　that　man；　Van

Loo；　must　not　pass　this　gate；　speak　to　him；　or　even　see　him。　　You

hear　me？　　See　to　it；　you　and　all　the　others。　　See　to　it；　I　say；

or〃　　He　stopped　abruptly；　clapped　his　hat　on　the　swollen　veins　of

his　forehead；　turned　quickly；　passed　out　without　another　word

through　the　archway　into　the　road；　and　before　the　good　priest　could

cross　himself　or　recover　from　his　astonishment　the　thud　of　his

horse's　hoofs　came　from　the　dusty　road。



It　was　ten　minutes　before　his　face　resumed　its　usual　color。　　But　in

that　ten　minutes；　as　if　some　of　the　struggle　of　his　rider　had

passed　into　him；　his　horse　was　sweating　with　exhaustion　and　fear。

For　in　that　ten　minutes；　in　this　new　imagination　with　which　he　was

cursed；　he　had　killed　both　Van　Loo　and　his　son；　and　burned　the

refectory　over　the　heads　of　the　treacherous　priests。　　Then；　quite

himself　again；　a　voice　came　to　him　from　the　rocky　trail　above　the

road　with　the　hail　of　〃Father！〃　　He　started　quickly　as　a　lad　of

fifteen　or　sixteen　came　bounding　down　the　hillside；　and　ran　towards

him。



〃You　passed　me　and　I　called　to　you；　but　you　did　not　seem　to　hear；〃

said　the　boy　breathlessly。　　〃Then　I　ran　after　you。　　Have　you　been

to　the　Mission？〃



Steptoe　looked　at　him　quite　as　breathlessly；　but　from　a　deeper

emotion。　　He　was；　even　at　first　sight；　a　handsome　lad；　glowing　with

youth　and　the　excitement　of　his　run；　and；　as　the　father　looked　at

him；　he　could　see　the　likeness　to　his　mother　in　his　clear…cut

features；　and　even　a　resemblance　to　himself　in　his　square；　compact

chest　and　shoulders　and　crisp；　black　curls。　　A　thrill　of　purely

animal　paternity　passed　over　him；　the　fierce　joy　of　his　flesh　over

his　own　flesh！　　His　own　son；　by　God！　　They　could　not　take　THAT　from

him；　they　mig