“How can the child have known what was going on?  Where is she?  We must find out at once how she came to do so wild and strange a thing.  What under heaven could she have been doing there—­in such a place, at such a time?  Where is she?” But he went on with another thought, without waiting for an answer.  “How can those murderous scoundrels have known that the attorney-general would ride to Anvil Rock alone?  It is plain enough that they did know.  The question is—­How?  By what means can they possibly have learned anything about the plan?  That’s the thing!  How did they find out enough to enable them to set this villanous trap?  All those assassins hidden there in the darkness of the Cypress Swamp, waiting to spring out on one man!” He turned suddenly to the priest.  “What is your opinion, Father?  Have you the slightest idea how they could have learned anything of our plan?”

Father Orin looked straight at William Pressley.

“Yes, I have an idea,” he said quietly, with his gaze still fixed on the young lawyer.  “But it is merely unfounded suspicion.  I have no real reason for my suspicions.”

“Well, what are they?” asked the judge, eagerly.  “You can hardly be afraid of doing any injustice to those scoundrels.  It would be hard to suspect such murderous villains of any sneaking treachery that they wouldn’t be guilty of if they could.  How do you think they found out?  That’s what I want to know.”

Father Orin was still looking steadily at William Pressley, who returned the look just as steadily with one that was easier to read than the priest’s.  William Pressley’s gaze expressed a large, patient tolerance for prejudice, slightly touched with calm contempt, and there was no doubting its entire sincerity.

“I think,” said Father Orin, slowly, “that these banded robbers and murderers must have learned of the plan through some one’s inadvertence.  It is my opinion that the plan was betrayed by some one who did not mean to betray it, and who may not have known what he had done.”

William Pressley regarded him with an incredulous smile.  “It is hardly likely that the plan can have been revealed in any such way as you suggest, sir,” he said, with the politeness which is more exasperating than rudeness.  “You are certainly overlooking the fact that only a few knew what the attorney-general intended to do, and that those who did know are the ablest and most reliable men in the country.  It is therefore utterly out of the question to assume that any one among them, any man of their intelligence and standing, could have made such a blunder.  Really, my dear sir, if you will pardon my saying so, the idea is absurd.”

The priest made no reply and his eyes were still fixed on the young lawyer’s face, but as he gazed, the expression of his own face changed.  A half smile lighted it for a moment.  The good man’s sense of humor was keen.  But this passed quickly and in its stead there came the compassion which any purely human weakness, however great or small, always awoke in his truly compassionate breast.