It was no fancy, but Senor Cranch himself advancing from under the shadow of a pear tree.
"I reckoned I'd catch you here," said Mr.Cranch, with the same dry, practical business fashion, as if he were only resuming an interrupted conversation, "and I reckon I ain't going to keep you a minit longer than I did t'other day." He mutely referred to his watch, which he already held in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Well! we found her!" "Francisco," interrupted the priest with a single stride, laying his hand upon Cranch's arm, and staring into his eyes.
Mr.Cranch quietly removed Father Pedro's hand.

"I reckon that wasn't the name as _I_ caught it," he returned dryly.

"Hadn't you better sit down ?" "Pardon me--pardon me, Senor," said the priest, hastily sinking back upon his bench, "I was thinking of other things.

You--you--came upon me suddenly.