The Father, in fact, had about made up his mind that Juan
must be sent away to San Diego, and put under military discipline. To
have him longer at liberty was not to be considered. This night Juan had
been at the home of one of his boon companions, talking over the plans
for a fandango to be given within a few days. Coming along leisurely by
the wall of the building forming the east side of the patio, he saw the
faintest glimmer of light shining through the opening of a ruined
window. Standing on a stone, which he placed beneath the window, he
looked in and saw the Father busily at work in the far corner of the
room. Curiosity took possession of him, and he watched every movement of
the worker until he had completed his task, taken up the lantern, and
left the room. After waiting a few moments, to make sure he was not
coming back, Juan sprang lightly through the window, and went to the
corner where the Father had been occupied. First looking out into the
patio to see that no one was there, he seized the shovel, and digging
energetically a minute or two, struck the hard top of the box.
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