to Ramón, “and wondering whether it is worth while.”
“What?”
“What you are doing; trying to change the religion of these people. If they have any religion to change. I don’t think they are a religious people. They are only superstitious. I have no use for men and women who go crawling down a church aisle on their knees, or holding up their arms for hours. There’s something stupid and wrong about it. They never worship a God. Only some little evil power. I have been wondering so much if it is worth while giving yourself to them, and exposing yourself to them. It would be horrible if you were really killed. I have seen you look dead.”
“Now you see me look alive again,” he smiled.
But a heavy silence followed.
“I believe Don Cipriano knows them better than you do.