When he turned away, suddenly I caught sight of the boy, whom I had flung out of the church, standing behind him, the boy whom the little girl had called Marcos.  Although his face was dark and the man’s was fair, there was a strong likeness between the two.

This Marcos stared insolently at all of us.  Then with a laugh and a grimace at me, he ran after the man and they disappeared together around the corner of the Palace of the Governors.  And in the rush of strange sights I forgot them both for a time.

VII

“SANCTUARY”

  Our dwelling-place in all generations.—­Psalms xc, 1.

They are wonderful to me still—­those few brief days that followed.  While Esmond Clarenden was forcing his business transactions to a speedy climax, he was all the time foreseeing Santa Fe under the United States Government.  He had not come here as a spy, nor a speculator, but as a commerce-builder, knowing that the same business life would go on when the war cloud lifted, and that the same men who had made the plains commerce profitable under the Mexican flag would not be exiled when the Stars and Stripes should float above the old Palace of the Governors.  Belief in the ethics of his calling and trust in manhood were ever a large part of his stock in trade, making him dare to go where he chose to go, and to do what he willed to do.

But no concern for commerce nor extension of national territory disturbed our young minds in those sunlit days, as Mat and Beverly and I looked with the big, quick-seeing eyes of youth on this new strange world at the end of the trail.

We were all together in the deserted dining-room on our first evening in Santa Fe when the man whom I had seen on the Plaza strolled leisurely in.  He sat down at one of the farthest tables from us, and his eyes, glistening like blue-black steel, were fixed on us.

Once at Fort Leavenworth I had watched in terror as a bird fluttered helplessly toward a still, steel-eyed snake holding it in thrall.  And just at the moment when its enemy was ready to strike, Jondo had happened by and shot the snake’s head off.  The same terror possessed me now, and I began half-consciously to long for Jondo.

In the midst of new sights I had hardly thought of him since he had left us out beyond the big arroyo.  He had come into town at dusk, but soon after supper he had disappeared.  His face was very pale, and his eyes had a strange look that never left them again.  Something was different in Jondo from that day, but it did not change his gentle nature toward his fellow-men.  During our short stay in Santa Fe we hardly saw him at all.  We children were too busy with other things to ask questions, and everybody but Rex Krane was too busy to be questioned.  Having nothing else to do, Rex became our chaperon, as Uncle Esmond must have foreseen he would be when he measured the young man in Independence on the day we left there.