Suddenly, above the crashing of tiles, the hideoas voica
of Devil and demon, the prayers of the padre, sounded
the silver music of the bells. Not the irregular cluft
which was the daily result of Indian manipulation, bat
long rhythmic peals, as sweet and clear and true as tie
singing of angels. The Devil and his minions, wita
oue long, baffled, infuriated howl, shot upward into *J
Simultaneously a great wind came roaring down
valley, uprooting trees, shaking the sturdy mi*
Thunder detonated, lightning cut its zigzag way through
black clouds like moving mountains; hail rattled to Ok
earth ; water fell as from an overturned ocean. Aoo
through all the bells pealed and the priest prayed.
Morning dawned so calm and clear that but for the
swimming ground and the broken tiles bestrewing it. the
priest would have thought he had dreamed a iemDie
nightmare. He opened the door and looked anxiously
forth for Paulo. Paulo was not to be seen. He called,
but his tired voice would not carry-. Clasping his cru-
cifix to his breast, he tottered forth in search of his
beloved young colleague. He passed the rancherii of
the Indians, and found them all asleep, worn out fron
a night of terror.
He was too kind to awaken them, and pursued his way
alone down the valley, peering fearfully to right and left.
