"I was naked, and"-- how ran the lines?
He turned to go, recalling in a whirl snatches of truth he had never known since boyhood, never seen away from home.
Across a court the padre hailed him,--a tall, ungainly patriarch under an enormous mushroom helmet of solar pith,--and walking along beside, listened shrewdly to his narrative.

They paused at the outer gate.

The padre, nodding, frowning slightly, stood at ease, all angles and loose joints, as if relaxed by the growing heat.
Suddenly he stood erect as a grenadier.
"That lie again!" he cried.

"Listen!" The leper, without, harangued from his place apart, in a raucous voice filled with the solitary pride of intellect.
"Well, men shall revile you," growled Dr.Earle.

"He says we steal children, to puncture their eyes for magic medicine!" Then, heaving his wide shoulders,-- "Oh, well!" he said wearily, "thanks, anyhow.