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           Theyinvesteditwithaprotectingandinvinciblevirtueasthoughitwereafetishmadebytheirownhands,fortheywereignorant,andinotherrespectsdidnotdifferappreciablyfromtherestofmankindwhichputsinfinitetrustinitsowncreations.Itneverenteredthealcalde’sheadthattheminecouldfailinitsprotectionandforce.PoliticsweregoodenoughforthepeopleofthetownandtheCampo.Hisyellow,roundface,withwidenostrils,andmotionlessinexpression,resembledafiercefullmoon.Helistenedtotheexcitedvapouringsofthemozowithoutmisgivings,withoutsurprise,withoutanyactivesentimentwhatever.

           PadreRomansatdejectedlybalancinghimself,hisfeetjusttouchingtheground,hishandsgrippingtheedgeofthehammock.Withlessconfidence,butasignorantashisflock,heaskedthemajorwhatdidhethinkwasgoingtohappennow.

           DonPepe,boltuprightinthechair,foldedhishandspeacefullyonthehiltofhissword,standingperpendicularbetweenhisthighs,andansweredthathedidnotknow.Theminecouldbedefendedagainstanyforcelikelytobesenttotakepossession.Ontheotherhand,fromthearidcharacterofthevalley,whentheregularsuppliesfromtheCampohadbeencutoff,thepopulationofthethreevillagescouldbestarvedintosubmission.DonPepeexposedthesecontingencieswithserenitytoFatherRoman,who,asanoldcampaigner,wasabletounderstandthereasoningofamilitaryman.Theytalkedwithsimplicityanddirectness.