It sometimes was hot by the shed, and we were going up by the banana tree,when we saw a large catboat coasting down to the point, and by thehang of her sail it was Padre Filippo's.

The Padre was aboard, and the two Mituans that sailed for him, andtwo men besides, one in a cocked hat and uniform. So they cameashore. Padre Filippo chuckled, and shook his fat finger at Craney.

"Ah, senorito, little rogue!" he says. "Alas! what behaviour!" and hechuckled and patted Craney on the arm.

The official was sociable too. He took out a cigarette, andexplained there had been a complaint lodged with the authoritiesagainst the keeper, that he'd been drawing illicit gains from thepeasantry. In fact, Padre Filippo had complained. The Padre laughedagain.

"Why," says Craney, "I know something about that."