"The judge could, I guess, but in a case like this there'd be more tone to it if you had the Padre. We haven't got any Protestant fellow here just now," replied Penhallow, meditatively. "The Padre's the boy. I'll go over and interview him now." "You can't. He's to a christening at some Mexican's up the creek. Won't be home till late." "Well, morning's as good a time as any, I reckon, for a wedding," said Scott, philosophically. "We've got to stay over anyhow, to see the women off. Tomorrow's your train day, ain't it? Or have you changed your schedule?" "No, we haven't changed it," replied Penhallow. "Only we don't run on it much. We will to-morrow, though, because I'm sending a lot of hogs over." "That's good. Say, what do they think up here of the revolution?" "Which one?" with a chuckle. "The new one. Looks like the real thing down yonder." "Well, of course, we were looking for trouble before the elections. We never expected the old man to keep his hands off the ballot box and everyone knows the man he put up--Bonillas--has got no show. It'll be Obregon, I s'pose?" "It's hard to say. I was in Conejo a couple of days ago and they said Sinaloa had followed Sonora and a good many of the other states would fall in line in a few days. Obregon's broken away from Mexico City--guess you heard that--and they're talking of De la Huerta for provisional president." "Know him? De la Huerta?" "I've seen him. He's a young chap--some folks think he's a radical--I don't know." "Had any trouble at your place?" Scott narrated the proceedings of Juan Pachuca at some length and with some heat. "A military guy over in Conejo told me that he'd had orders to clean up the state, so when Tom wised him up to the fact that Pachuca and Angel Gonzales were doping it up to meet somewhere around Pachuca's place, he sent a troop of men down there, cut Angel off and smashed up the whole business." "Get their men?" "Got Angel, but Pachuca slid out." "They let him probably." "Maybe so." "Framed it up for him so's not to hurt the feelings of any of his high-toned friends." "Shouldn't wonder. What time do you eat around here, Sam?" "How'll six suit you?" "Suits me fine. I'll go and break it to Hard that he can't get married till morning. I suppose this Spanish chap won't object to marryin' a couple of Presbyterians? That's what they say they are." "Gosh, no, the Padre's a regular fellow," replied Penhallow, easily. "You give him his fee and he ain't going to raise no rows."