"Stay overnight, Captain. It's a long trip. I don't want you to leave at this hour; you won't get in till very late. Come, meet my wife, have supper with us." "I have met the señora. She has been very kind. I'm leaving because I have to be at court in the morning. Thank you. I'm sure there will be another time." Raul saw him outside and then returned to Gabriel. "Well, I see you didn't take care of yourself while I was away." "I'm on the mend--now that you're back." "How is the fever, bad?" "It comes and goes, not too severe." "Has Dr. Velasco been helping?" "Both he and Hernández. Everyone's kind, especially Angelina." Cerro's horse and the mounts of his rurales clattered out of the court. "I hated to lose Farias," Raul said, sitting wearily at the desk. "I can't see why things like that have to happen," Gabriel said. "Men have no right to assume the law. I didn't want you to go after Pedro." "These disturbances..." Raul said, but he was too tired to finish his sentence. "Don't become a killer, whatever happens," said Gabriel passionately. "In all your program here at Petaca you have avoided violence. Let's do our best to keep it that way." The high altitude crucifix hung in a streak of candlelight and attracted Raul's eye. He studied Father Gabriel's face. It had such a sickly pallor; there were rings under his eyes. Poor Italian, so far from home! "Is there anything I can do for you before I go?" "Let me have a couple of those pills, in the paper on the desk. And some water." "Get better soon," said Raul, helping him. "Before you leave, let me say ... how good it is to see you. I know you're tired but you're all right." He shivered under his blankets, but smiled. "You'd better get some rest," Raul said. "I'm getting cleaned up." "Will you put my glasses on my desk?" "Of course. I'll send someone with a supper tray. In the morning I'll talk with my father." Raul went to his room, glad to be home, glad to hear the voices of his servants. When he had washed and changed, Angelina came in. She wore a blue dress and white henequen slippers. It was such a change from the mourning clothes that he started to comment, but checked himself. She waited, in the middle of the room, holding a vase of bougainvillaea in her hands. "It's so good, your being back," she said agreeably. "It's good to be back." "Pedro?" "He's still at large." He unfolded an ironed handkerchief and put it into his pocket. "Luis and I got his guns.... It's up to Captain Cerro and his rurales now." "I'm sure they'll get him," she said, and set the flowers on her dressing table where they doubled in the mirror. "I met Captain Cerro. Has he gone back to Colima?" Arranging her flowers, she said: "I like the captain and wanted him to stay.... Have you eaten?" "Not yet."