They came to it, sitting on a little plateau, silent and sad in the purple twilight. It was worn and battered by the storms of years. On its ancient tower the cross stood tremblingly. A great crack showed in its wall, running from base to apex. In the dark opening of the tower a huge bell hung, silent and soundless.
Merry drew up and sat regarding the ancient pile in almost speechless awe and reverence. It was a monument of other days in that sunny land. Here, long before the coming of the gold seekers, the Spanish priest had taught the Indian to bow his knee to the one true God. Here they had lived their calm and peaceful lives, which were devoted to the holy cause.
"Come," urged Dulzura, "let's get a peep within ere it becomes quite dark. There must be an Indian village somewhere near, and there, after looking into the mission, we may find accommodations."
Frank did not say that he was doubtful if such accommodations as they might find in an Indian village could satisfy him; but he followed his companion to the stone gate of the old mission, where Dulzura hastily dismounted. Even as Frank sprang from his horse he saw a dark figure slowly and sedately approaching the gate. It proved to be a bare-headed old monk in brown robes, who supported his trembling limbs with a short, stout staff.
Dulzura saluted the aged guardian of the mission in a manner of mingled worship and respect.
"What do ye here, my son?" asked the father, in a voice no less unsteady than his aged limbs.
"We have come, father, to see the mission," answered the Spaniard. "We have journeyed for that purpose."
"It's now too late, my son, to see it to-night. On the morrow I will take you through it."
"All alone since the passing of Father Junipero," was the sad answer, as the aged monk made the sign of the cross.
Frank was deeply touched by the melancholy in the old man's voice and in the lonely life he led there in the ruined mission.
"What is the mission's income?" questioned Merry.
"Our lands are gone. We have very little," was the reply. "Still Father Perez has promised to join me, and I have been looking for him. When I heard your horse approaching I thought it might be he. It was but another disappointment. Still, it matters not."