Father Pedro saw it from under his eyelids, and even in his preoccupation despised him.
"Then you are certain she is the babe you seek ?" said the father, without looking up.
"I reckon as near as you can be certain of anything.

Her age tallies; she was the only foundling girl baby baptized by you, you know,"-- he partly turned round appealingly to the Padre,--"that year.

Injin woman says she picked up a baby.

Looks like a pretty clear case, don't it ?" "And the clothes, friend Cranch ?" said the priest, with his eyes still on the ground, and a slight assumption of easy indifference.
"They will be forthcoming, like enough, when the time comes," said Cranch.

"The main thing at first was to find the girl; that was _my_ job; the lawyers, I reckon, can fit the proofs and say what's wanted, later on." "But why lawyers," continued Padre Pedro, with a slight sneer he could not repress, "if the child is found and Senor Cranch is satisfied ?" "On account of the property.