Morning dawned. The sun swung up through a terrace of rosy clouds, and
Luiz brought the four their breakfast, _callas tous chauds_, other food of
La Louisiane, and milk and coffee. They ate and drank with a great
appetite, and it seemed to Luiz that they were quite cheerful, for which
he was truly glad, because one of these men had saved his life, and the
wounded youth who made an especial appeal to him had been subjected to
barbarous treatment. But Paul could use his injured arm already. His blood
was so healthy that the scratch of the sword healed fast.
Two or three hours later Francisco Alvarez and Braxton Wyatt entered the
prison. The renegade was not above showing by his looks that he rejoiced
in his triumph over his enemies, but the face of Alvarez was without
expression.
"I have come to tell you," said the Spaniard, "that you will be held here
subject to my will. But you will not be treated badly. At such time as I
think fit you may be taken to New Orleans."
"It seems that the words of Father Montigny were not to be despised," said
Henry maliciously.
"Father Montigny disposes of nothing here," said Alvarez. "This is to be
done because I think it best."
Then he and Wyatt went out, but that afternoon when Alvarez was sitting in
the cool shadow of the pillared portico, there came to him a man, dusty,
and riding fast, who delivered to him a document sealed with red seals,
and important in appearance.
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